It is rare for the younger generation to have such a high-quality handprint.

Even the Southwest Tantra, the younger generation cannot find one.

So it's not difficult for him to guess.

A few days ago, the person who shocked Zhao Xuantong with a big hand seal was the young master Zhang in front of him.

Zhang Yuan looked embarrassed and bowed, "I was eager to rush to the road last time, so I had to do it. I am deeply sorry."

The Four Descendant Monks were even more shocked.

The strength of this young master Zhang is really unfathomable.

How could this kind of strength rank ninth in the human list?

With one palm, he shocked his body numb.

Is this strength comparable to that of the magic sword Xiang Batian?

Of course, if he had let him know that Zhang Yuan had only used less than 50% of his internal strength, I wonder what he would feel.

The speed of the true energy of the Four Absolute Monks began to slowly recover, and their numb body finally recovered, but their legs were still a little sore.

Just now, he introduced most of his power into the ground through his legs, and his legs seemed to have endured a thousand pounds of force.

"Master, what's going on here?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

The four-defeat monk clasped his hands together and sighed: "The little monk was captured in the method of carrying the five ghosts. In a blink of an eye, he was moved dozens of miles away. He was just here."

"The method of transporting the five ghosts?"

Zhang Yuan was surprised and sucked in the air.

It's so scary!

This sounds like he is cultivating an immortal.

Is this what the Beimen family did?

Then were all the others transported out?

"Can the master see other people?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

The Four Descendant Monk shook his head and said, "I haven't seen any of them. It's because the little monk has a shallow cultivation. He has been moved dozens of miles away before he discovered an abnormality. He killed the Five Ghosts and rushed all the way."

"Can the master know what happened to the North Gate family?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

After finally finding someone who may know the inside story, he naturally needs to ask clearly.

The Four Descendant Monk said, "Five days ago, the second master of the Beimen Family, "Tenglong Sword", Beimen Xuan, wrote a secret letter and sent it into my Shaolin. The content of the secret letter was not read, but the expressions of the heads at that time were extremely serious. Then the monk was sent out and asked me to go to the Beimen Family to check the details of the Beimen Family. However, after I arrived in Heita City, I realized that their second master was dead."

"Check their details?"

Zhang Yuan was surprised and asked, "Why do you need to check? Did the heads say that?"

"Young Master Zhang is a big deal. Please forgive me for not saying it clearly."

The four supreme monks bowed and said.

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed immediately.

Is this monk deliberately concealing it?

"Master, why not say it clearly, is it an evil spirit or an evil god? To be honest, I really know some of these things."

He asked.

The Four Descendant Monks showed surprise and looked at Zhang Yuan.

"Zhang Shaoxia, who did you hear about this?"

Whether it is evil spirits or evil gods, ordinary people are difficult to know.

Various martial arts sects have made an agreement with Longmen that no one can spread such matters.

This young man Zhang comes from Daliang, and there is no martial arts corpus that has been more than a thousand years old in Daliang.

How did he know?

"How did I know, Master, don't ask. Master, I want to find out what's going on here, and I want to find out what's going on below. Why don't we join forces?"

Zhang Yuan said.

The Four Descendant Monks glanced at Zhang Yuan deeply, chanted the Buddha's name, and sighed: "Amitabha, Zhang Shaoxia, the first one once mentioned to the young monk that the Beimen family once enfeoffed demons and sent the young monk down the mountain to ask the young monk to check if something was wrong with the place where the demons were enfeoffed."

"Demon-sealing?"

Zhang Yuan's face flashed and he said, "Why don't the heads come, but instead send you?"

The Four Descendant Monk smiled bitterly and said, "Shaoxia Zhang, this is Shaolin secret. Please don't ask Zhang Shaoxia."

“Uh```”

Zhang Yuan felt embarrassed.

Can't say it?

"Can the master know where the Demon-Captaining Land is?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

The Four Desolate Monk hesitated for a moment and said, "Below the nine-story black tower."

Nine-story black tower?

Zhang Yuan showed surprise.

Last night, he had been to the Nine-story Black Tower.

After returning, he encountered an assassination from evil spirits.

Did the evil spirit run out from under the ninth-story black tower?

"Have the master ever seen it under the ninth floor black tower?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

The Four Deserted Monk shook his head and said, "I haven't had a chance. The little monk was about to go and see it."

"Master, I'm afraid the Demon-Sealing Land has been leaked. I've seen evil spirits last night."

Zhang Yuan said truthfully.

"What?"

The Four Descendant Monk immediately changed his face, and he chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha, Young Master Zhang, for safety reasons, the monk wants to go and see it in person."

"Okay, but Master must be careful. I'm afraid I can't accompany Master anymore. I'm going to another place to check it out."

Zhang Yuan said.

He was going to search for the room of the patriarch of the Beimen family.

According to what Beimenlie mentioned, there must be something wrong with the painting in the patriarch's room.

"The little monk has relics on his body, and all evil will not be invaded. Please be careful of Young Master Zhang."

The four magnificent monks and Taoism.

"Relics?"

Zhang Yuan glanced at him, showed a strange look, and said, "Okay, then I'll go find you later."

There is such high-end products, and I don’t know if they can be borrowed for later.

He immediately began to set off and rushed towards the distance.

The Four Deserted Monk took a deep breath, dissolved the softness of his legs, and walked towards the Black Tower.

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Soon, Zhang Yuan came to an empty and dark yard. Under the dark night, the dark room stood quietly in front of him, with the windows and doors tightly closed.

Click!

Zhang Yuan waved his palm, and several meters away, shattering the closed door and wood chips flew.

His internal force was moved into his eyes and swept into it.

It was empty and there was no sign of any abnormality.

Even Cihang's wise eyes did not find the existence of demonic energy.

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly and walked in.

The room is not big, quaint, with bookshelf around it, and there is no place to put paintings at all.

Zhang Yuan thought about it and flipped through the bookshelf for a while, but he didn't find any place to store the scroll.
To be continued...