I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Zhou Yi swears to God.

Burning Guangweizi was definitely not out of envy, but as punishment for licking the dog.

There are endless licking dogs in the world, but Guangweizi is probably the only real immortal licking dog, and the one he licks is not a human race.

What kind of fairy couple...

Qingqiu Fox Fairy can be either male or female, and the appearance of a beautiful woman is just one of them, or she uses a more familiar appearance.

Guangweizi doesn't look like he likes fencing.

"Fellow Taoist is obsessed with appearance! Appearance is just skin, what matters is the heart."

Guangweizi said: "Pindao pursues Tan'er, is she willing to..."

"Then why did the old fox suddenly resurrect you? What does it want to do?"

Zhou Yi interrupted Guang Weizi's chatter, saying that licking a dog can always find a hundred reasons to promote boundless and selfless love.

It has been more than a thousand years since Li Hong turned Guangweizi's immortal bones into beads. The only reason Qingqiu Fox Fairy did not resurrect Guangweizi earlier was that he was temporarily useless.

Guangweizi was silent for a moment, looking miserable.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord! The Wangchuan River cannot destroy the poor Taoist true spirit. He just wants to be reincarnated to find Tan'er and renew their relationship. How can he be betrayed by a mere spiritual fire?"

"???"

Zhou Yi couldn't help but admire: "You are really good at licking dogs, and you can actually strengthen your Taoist heart!"

When speaking, mana surges, yin and yang rotate in the two cylinders, and water and fire rise together. .

Guangweizi sat cross-legged in the bottle, letting the water flood the fire and grind the two qi, without even letting out a groan of pain.

After a while, Yang Shen gradually weakened.

After a long time, his soul will definitely be scattered, and Zhou Yi will also know the Qingqiu Fox Fairy's plan.

Guangweizi only condensed a ray of true spirit, unlike the evil Buddha who had entrusted his true spirit to the White Lotus Buddha Way and could not resist the soul search of the demon illustrated book.

"Yangshen, it's not enough!"

Zhou Yi waved his hand to capture the Yang Shen and drove it back into the main body of Feixian Temple.

Wuyun's sluggish body gradually regained its vitality. When he opened his eyes again, Guangweizi was no longer in charge.

Occupying the home court of the physical body, Guangweizi only has a residual spirit left, so the soul is dominated by Wuyun.

Guangweizi's conversation with Zhou Yi was unable to hide it from Wu Yun. After recalling for a moment, Mu Ran's face turned pale.

I thought that by sacrificing my comrades to become true immortals, the twelve sects could truly stand outside the territory. Who would have thought that it would just be a wedding dress for others.

When the time comes to become an immortal, Guangweizi will naturally take the lead.

Wu Yun has spent his whole life killing demons, and his parents, relatives, and fellow sects were all killed by the demon clan. Thinking that he would become a licking dog of the demon clan and be driven by the demon clan, his heart almost collapsed.

With a pop, he fell to his knees.

"Please ask the immortal to save me!"

"The true spirit of Guangweizi is entangled with your bloodline, and even a poor Taoist can do nothing about it."

It's not that Zhou Yi didn't want to save Wu Yun, but unlike the previous external evil that seized the Dharma Sea, the true spirit of Guangweizi was refined and integrated by Wu Yun on his own initiative, and now they are no longer distinguishable from each other.

Similar to the dual personality, Wuyun is the master before becoming an immortal, and Guangweizi is the master after becoming an immortal.

"Fellow the devil, or rather die!"

A flying sword appeared in Wu Yun's hand, and the sword light turned and slashed towards the neck.

Zhou Yi flicked his finger, and his spiritual light fixed the flying sword: "Wait a moment..."

Wu Yun looked hopeful: "Can the immortal save me?"

"No, no, no, the master is determined to be benevolent, how can a poor man stop him!"

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "We are going to die anyway, why not die in a different way?"

Wu Yun's face turned red, and then he sighed with emotion: "It all depends on the arrangement of the Immortal. I only hope that if the twelve sects are in trouble in the future, the Immortal can help."

"That's natural."

Zhou Yi said: "Can the temple master block the spiritual consciousness of Guangweizi now?"

"It's possible, but I don't know if it will be useful. It's hard to predict the methods of a true immortal."

Wu Yun has read many classics describing true immortals, but they are all conjectures. He does not know how mysterious they are. Now for the first time, he feels the horror of true immortals, at the cost of death.

"It's okay, knowing it doesn't make much difference."

Zhou Yi said: "Before you die, become an immortal first!"

"Um?"

Wu Yun looked puzzled.

"I have never killed a true immortal before. There was a half-crippled guy before, and I couldn't help but kill him."

Zhou Yi said: "If the temple master can satisfy Pindao's wish, the disciples of the twelve sects can come to me if they encounter problems in the future."

"good!"

Wu Yun simply agreed. He committed suicide as an act.

It's all death anyway, but it can be exchanged for the blessing of a true immortal and the inheritance of the twelve sects can be preserved.

"In order to prevent Guangweizi from having a back-up plan, we need the cooperation of the temple master."

The golden dragon scissors on Zhou Yi's wrist turned into two golden threads and penetrated into Wu Yun's body from his mouth.

Then he pinched the magic formula with his hands, and strands of spiritual light fell into Wu Yun's body, surrounding Yang Shen in all directions, like a dense hunting net.

"It's still not enough to trap the True Immortal Yuanshen only by restraint..."

Zhou Yi took out a talisman seal, wrote and drew on it, and then asked Wu Yun to drop his blood to refine it.

Soul-killing ban.

Soul-locking and heart-piercing method.

Taiyin Soul Capture Talisman.

Golden Light Soul Killing Curse...

Wuyun refined more than a dozen kinds of spells in succession. When he got to the end, he felt that his Yang God was sitting on a volcano that could erupt at any time. Any movement might cause a big explosion.

"That's almost it. Unless God is Uncle Guangweizi, no one can save him!"

Zhou Yi took a picture of the Chou Niu Bead and said: "Refining it as soon as possible will trigger the immortal calamity, and the poor Taoist will help."

"Yes. The Immortal Chief has already led the true spirit out, saving most of the time, up to ten days and a half."

Wuyun said: "However, Qingyun's perfection may not lead to immortal disaster. If you wait too long..."

"The old fox can't wait that long. He must have a back-up plan. The master of the temple lives here in Pindao and can just wait to become an immortal."

Zhouyi did not survive the tribulation, and he did not know much about the immortal tribulation.

According to the records of the Yunxiao Dao Palace, the true immortal tribulation must include three levels of wind, fire and thunder, and there may also be inner demon tribulation, human tribulation, etc.

Others, such as Buddhist, Shinto, demon clan, etc., have different immortal tribulations.

There is no orthodox way for the various martial arts disciples of the side sects, such as witchcraft and witchcraft, to advance to the super level. If you are lucky enough to be promoted, you will not suffer a natural disaster.

Heavenly calamity is both a calamity and an opportunity.

If you get over it, you can live forever, but if you can't get over it, you will die.

…

The night is silent.

The guests in Chunfeng Tower were so tired that they fell asleep.

backyard.

The owner is an old man with a white face and no beard. He sits on the table and sips tea slowly.

The four cashiers below are counting their daily income.

Luo Jing's first check is no exaggeration to say that gold and silver are like running water.

The crackling sound of abacus gradually stopped, and the big accountant took the account book and reported.

"My boss, today I received 7,500 taels of silver, 120 taels of gold, and paid out 1,300 taels. I recorded 2,200 taels of silver and received 5,200 taels of silver."

Reporting an income of 10,000 yuan, he went on to add: "Compared to the same period last month, deposits increased by 170%."

"My boss is great."

"After a while, if you choose a half-demon courtesan, you will definitely be able to make a fortune?"

"Buying a half-demon with 30,000 yuan is a huge profit."

"I heard that someone was offering 100,000 yuan to buy a half-demon on the black market."

The accountants were all flattering. Ever since they bought the half-demon from Jiaofangsi at a sky-high price, Chunfenglou was no longer the leader of the list, but a separate one.

Many customers who didn't visit Goulan originally couldn't help but be curious after hearing about the half-demon.

Other hooks and rails, such as the Yuyu Pavilion of the Full Moon Tower, were originally second only to the Chunfeng Tower, but now they can only be seen at the nape of their necks. And half-demon doesn't just buy it if you want. After all, human-male love is not allowed in the secular world, and very few give birth to blood.

It is even rarer to have good looks.

Other Goulan paid exorbitant prices to buy half-demon, but after more than half a month passed, they could only watch the Chunfeng Tower earn gold and silver.

The owner nodded with satisfaction and ordered: "Carefully calculate the portion that should be divided, and I will send it over tomorrow."

"As commanded."

Several accountants are close friends of the boss and have some knowledge of the background of Chunfeng Tower. More than one high-ranking official in the court holds shares in Chunfeng Tower, and all the shares combined account for 70% of the income.

Daqian is known as the Divine Dynasty, and those who can be called high-ranking officials are at least the third rank. They have long been disinterested in worldly gold and silver.

However, the boss is not just one person, but also has parents, brothers, friends, and relatives who need gold and silver to spend.

"Who took credit today?"

The boss suddenly asked, not many people can get credit at Chunfeng Tower.

Debts are different from credit. The former is written down and settled together, while the latter is owed money and will most likely become a bad debt in the future.

The chief accountant replied: "Prince Kang has not had much money these days. Today he is hosting a banquet for friends. I told Sister Yu that I would give it on credit first."

"Prince Kang..."

The owner thought for a moment and said: "This time it will be over. When the prince comes again in the future, he will say that the shop is small and the profit is small."

"My boss, that's Prince Kang!"

The chief accountant warned that the Kang Prince's mansion crushing Chunfeng Tower to death was not much different from crushing an ant to death.

"It won't be the case soon. A few days ago, Mr. Xu and I attended the Qi Refining Banquet held by Li Wu, the second son of Prince Kang."

The boss smiled and said: "Brother Li and I had a great chat. I will invite Brother Li to Chunfeng Tower as a guest in a while."

"Master, let's..."

Worry flashed in the eyes of the chief accountant. He understood his master's intention and turned to the second son Li Wu, supporting him in his fight for the throne and taking this opportunity to climb into Prince Kang's palace.

"Old Wu, I understand what you mean. We are just a brothel. To get involved in the fight for the prince is to seek death. We should avoid offending both sides."

The owner took a sip of tea, changed the subject and said, "Do you know why I bought a half-demon?"

The big accountant asked doubtfully: "Isn't it making money?"

"There is not much difference to me between two or three thousand guan and five or six thousand guan every day. Anyway, I won't be able to spend it all in this life."

The owner said slowly: "To me, making money is far less valuable than the half-demon itself. One of their parents is a demon, and they can hide for ten or twenty years, so they are probably a big demon."

"Old Wu, do you know what a big demon is?"

The big shopkeeper nodded and said: "Of course I know. According to the records of the demon search, the big demon is a middle-level third-level demon clan. It can fly into the sky, escape from the earth, open mountains and crack rocks."

"Since he is a great demon, he naturally lacks the method of cultivation."

The boss smiled and said: "I'm just waiting for one of their parents to come to pick up their daughter and change a book of practice methods."

The big accountant sighed: "Master, it's been decades and you still haven't given up?"

"Give up? Why should I give up? The Taoist scriptures say that everyone can become an immortal, why can't I?"

The owner took out the tranquility elixir worth ten thousand gold, smelled the elixir's fragrance, suppressed his excitement, and continued: "Do you know what Mr. Zhou, who often comes to the building, used to be?"

"Mr. Zhou?"

"It's that god!"

"At least he comes from a scholarly family, and his temperament is extraordinary."

"Or a secular disciple of Taoism?"

"What disciple, you know nothing, Mr. Zhou is considered the top even in the Taoist sect!"

I also visited Chunfeng Tower in several tents. The rich water does not flow to outsiders. Naturally, I know Zhou Yi, a master of refining gods.

After discussing for a while and guessing dozens of identities, the boss all shook their heads.

The big accountant asked doubtfully: "Could it be that he has mud legs? Haha!"

As he said this, he even laughed. With Mr. Zhou Yi's temperament, it is no exaggeration to say that he is an immortal in the sky. There is a world of difference between him and Mudlegzi.

"Mr. Zhou is a mud-legged person, so who are we?"

"Perhaps he is an expert hermit, farming in the mountains?"

"That's also called farming. It's like a hermit's farming method. The people have already starved to death."

"Ahem!"

The boss coughed and said, "Mr. Zhou was indeed a mud-legged man before. He couldn't even recognize words. His hometown was hit by a disaster and he became a refugee."

"Refugee?"

Several accountants looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

"Mr. Zhou can still become an immortal, why can't I?"

The owner was full of confidence in the future and said: "It was difficult to develop magic power with those skills in the past. They must be of too low a level. If you can get the skills from the big demon, you may not be able to fly to the sky, escape from the earth, and live forever!"

As he talked, the owner's eyes gradually became blurred, and he seemed to be mumbling to himself or in his sleep.

"When I became enlightened, the sky was vast and the sun and the moon were shining..."

"The clouds are made of clothes, the breeze is used for horses, and the dragon is used for chariots..."

The fragrance of Jingxin Dan was wafting in the house, and several of the tenants felt dizzy, feeling top-heavy and flying in the sky.

"Ms. sir, look how stupid they are!"

"It's just the assumptions of ignorant mortals. The magical elixir that disturbs people's minds is actually taken as a spiritual elixir."

Two figures, one green and one white, pushed open the door and entered.

The woman in white blew a breath, and the strange elixir fragrance in the room dissipated.

The host often recited Taoist classics, took various elixirs, was the first to recover from hallucinations, and carefully looked at young men and women.

The man has a handsome face, with a crystal red scale inlaid between his eyebrows.

The woman is cute and cute, with two black lines on her cheeks. Not only does it not affect her appearance, but it actually makes her look strangely alluring.

A sudden thought occurred to the owner. Combined with the description of the great demon in the demon search record, it was very likely that the man and woman in front of him were not ordinary people.

"Old Zhang Shao, owner of Chunfeng House, what do you two have to say?"

The man raised his head and remained silent, as if he didn't bother to talk to his employer.

"Don't be nervous, old gentleman. We, husband and wife, are here specifically to thank you."

The woman pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you, old man, for taking care of your little daughter She Lan'er. She is very happy in Chunfeng Tower!"

"She Lan'er..."

The owner immediately remembered that it was the lithe half-demon.

The half-demon bought from Jiaofangsi are all personally selected by the owner, and their names and appearances are impressive.

She Lan'er is a half-demon, so her parents are big demons. The boss's eyes lit up. They were talking about it a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, the fairy fate came.

"Taking care of Miss Lan'er is what an old man should do. I don't know how to repay her?"

"Old gentleman wants to cultivate immortality so much, of course my husband and I will make it happen!"

The woman smiled and said: "Then send the old gentleman to heaven!"

As he spoke, he flashed his body, grabbed the collar of his boss's clothes, and flew out of the house several feet into the air. Ignoring his boss's plea for mercy, he loosened his grip and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of flesh.

"Madam, don't play around. Ancestor's breath-hiding talisman is only effective for a moment. We still need to take Lan'er out of the city."

The man's voice was soft, but his attacks were extremely cruel, and balls of flames fell on the Chunfeng Tower.

In the wooden structure house, the raging flames spread quickly, and there were screams.

Zhang Cheng raised his upper body and jumped into the air, holding the girl in his left and right hands, holding two of them in the creaking nest.

"Who is so ignorant that he dares to disturb Lao Zhang's sleep?"