Chapter 1,253 The signs caused by the moon

"Yes, my little maid understands." Lu Ying'er nodded, and Wu Yun'er's face was also full of obedience.

Yunzhou is different from Youzhou. If the sect family does not have Nascent Soul cultivators, it is unclear whether it can establish itself, let alone expand outward.

It is impossible for the young master to sit at the helm forever, but with these ten Nascent Soul stage puppets as helpers, I will have a lot less worries.

I don’t know what treasures the young master used to complete this exchange from Tianqiaomen.

Thinking of Lin Xuan's deep friendship, the two women felt extremely grateful.

However, the matter was not over yet. Lin Xuan stretched out his hand, a green light flashed, and two more storage bags appeared on the table.

"Master, this..."

"The various arts of cultivating immortals are extremely complicated. In addition to the art of trapping puppets, Tianqiaomen also has many other treasures." Lin Xuan said as he opened the storage bag, revealing a monster in the shape of a flying bird.

The whole body is golden in color, and its shape is a bit like an eagle, but more sinister. It is made from thousand-year-old spiritual wood.

"Wooden Falcon?" Wu Yun'er covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"What, do you know this thing?" Lin Xuan looked at the girl sitting on the left.

"Yes, Yun'er has seen it before. Although this thing is slightly less flexible than a puppet, it is also very easy to use. However, if you really want to give full play to its effect, the number must be more than a hundred. I don't know if Master Buy it."

How much is it?" Wu Yuner opened her lips slightly and said, "This Wood Falcon is good, but the price is too high."

"Haha, you'll know just by looking at it."

Hearing what Lin Xuan said, the two women showed curiosity on their faces, and they released their spiritual consciousness to explore in the storage bag.

After less than half a cup of tea, the two women raised their heads with extremely shocked expressions.

"Three thousand, uncle, did you spend tens of millions of crystal stones?"

"It's not that much. Because the quantity purchased is sufficient, Tianqiaomen gave me some discounts. At best, it's only nine million crystal stones." Lin Xuan said lightly.

Although it was slightly cheaper than expected, the two women were still extremely shocked.

Even for Nascent Soul cultivators, millions of crystal stones are a large number, nine million is enough to bankrupt an ordinary great cultivator.

The young master (uncle) is indeed no ordinary immortal cultivator, and the eyes of the two girls are full of admiration.

"It's nothing, the things in the other storage bag are much better than the wooden falcon." Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"Better than a Wood Falcon?"

"Yes, have you ever heard of the Jingwei Cannon?"

"Jingwei Cannon?" Lu Ying'er shook her head. After all, she was from Youzhou, and Wu Yun'er, as a native cultivator of Yunzhou, was speechless when she heard this: "Uncle, really, isn't that Tianqiaomen?

You will never buy it, I heard that its value is not inferior to that of the Nascent Soul stage puppet."

"That's what I say, but rules are dead and people are alive. You can always adapt to anything, as long as what you come up with can make the other person's heart flutter..."

"Young Master, my little maid is useless. You have troubled yourself with the matter of Baixuan Pavilion." Lu Ying'er said with a face full of shame. This woman knew very well that with Lin Xuan's current magical power, the little Baixuan Pavilion could not help at all.

Lin Xuan did this for the sake of his sister's future success in Yunzhou.

"Okay, Ying'er, don't say that, besides, Master, I didn't pay anything."

Although Lin Xuan is insidious and cunning, he never lies to his own people. Whether it is a Nascent Soul stage puppet or a Crystal Power Cannon, in exchange for these treasures, Lin Xuan only got three unused armors. As for that

The art of armor refining is nothing more than a foundation.

Of course, there is no need to elaborate on these two women.

Lin Xuan took a sip of tea and was about to ask something else, when suddenly something unexpected happened.

boom!

A loud noise reached the ears, and the mountains shook. If it weren't for the helm of Baixuan Pavilion and the layers of forbidden packages, the nearby peaks might have collapsed.

Lin Xuan's eyebrows moved but he didn't say a word. He just shook his shoulders and turned into a startling rainbow, flying out of the window of the main hall.

"this……"

Lin Xuan was suspended in mid-air. Considering his palace, a look of extreme surprise could not help but appear on his face.

That vision came from the valley where he opened his own cave. In other words, it was Yue'er's retreat place.

The dark wind was like ink, and the shrill ghost cries could be heard within dozens of miles.

Flying sand and rocks, the hostility of the wronged souls covered the entire world. It was clearly noon, but the sunlight between heaven and earth was completely blocked.

The spiritual energy nearby also became extremely chaotic, and there was abundant Yin energy everywhere.

The vision was indeed far from what a monk could achieve when he gave birth to a baby.

"Master, look..."

A flash of startling rainbow flashed, and the two girls came to Lin Xuan's side. Their pretty faces had a hint of anxiety. Although Miss Yue'er was a ghost, the omen of a baby was too great.

Even the protective formation couldn't block it, but Lin Xuan didn't have any anxiety on his face. After all, he knew that Yue'er was the reincarnation of King Asura.

"Don't worry, I will handle this matter myself. You all can go back and appease your subordinates and tell them not to talk nonsense." Lin Xuan said lightly.

"yes!"

Seeing that the young master (junior uncle) knew what he was doing, the two girls obediently didn't say anything. They bowed and bowed, and were about to retreat when suddenly a loud sound like a thunderbolt from the blue came into their ears.

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that the dark wind had blocked the entire valley, and a dark cloud with a diameter of dozens of acres had formed in the sky.

In the dark clouds, there was a dazzling light, mixed with shrill ghost cries, and then with the valley as the center, a dark hurricane rose out of thin air.

It has a diameter of a hundred feet and a radius of 100 feet, stretching from the sky to the ground, and its momentum is astonishing.

Ouch!

In the dark clouds, there were many ghosts and shadows, mixed with countless bones.

Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, and he felt something was wrong: "Ying'er, were the previous signs so shocking?"

"No." Lu Ying'er shook her head, her face full of anxiety: "Master, will Miss Yue'er encounter any problems when she gives birth to a baby? The omens in the past were not so terrible."

"this……"

Lin Xuan touched his forehead with his hand. In fact, even he didn't know. After all, Yue'er had a special status, and Jie Ying couldn't use common sense to figure it out. Maybe Xiaotao knew some inside information, so he didn't know whether the girl was asleep or awake now.

Lin Xuan was conceited and thought he had no plans left, but at this moment, there was nothing he could do to help.

All I could do was wait on the sidelines.

…

Huang San is a disciple of Langcang Sect in Youzhou. Decades ago, the world changed, and the two sects of Biyun Mountain and Lingyao Mountain went to other places to develop.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings. The Langcang Clan takes the opportunity to expand its power. Who knows that the little-known Baixuan Pavilion suddenly invades Youzhou and becomes the new overlord. The Langcang Clan has no choice but to rely on it.

Huang San subsequently joined Baixuan Pavilion.

At first he was just an ordinary peripheral disciple, but later by chance, he accomplished a great feat and became the Pavilion Master's confidant.

After unifying Youzhou, the Grand Pavilion Master planned to establish a branch in Yunzhou, and Huang San was among the elites he selected.

After arriving in Yunzhou, Huang San realized that his life had been in vain. This place explained to him what a holy land of cultivation was, and the old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage were like crucian carp crossing the river.

Baixuan Pavilion is the overlord in Youzhou, but here, it is not as good as the third- and fourth-rate sects. Fortunately, Elder Lin is taking care of it, otherwise it is really unclear whether it can gain a foothold.

After capturing Jiuling Mountain, Baixuan Pavilion finally had its own new chief helm. However, the recent strange phenomena made Huang San a little uneasy.

He didn't know what it meant, and the cabinet master had issued a gag order to prevent everyone from discussing it in private.

Fortunately, although the vision was extremely grand, it did not bring any disaster. As time went by, everyone gradually became relieved.

But today is different. Huang San was meditating in the room. Now he is a cultivator at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, and he has already touched the threshold. As long as he works hard, he might be able to enter the late stage.

But the sudden appearance of the vision caused the spiritual power between heaven and earth to become extremely chaotic, making it impossible to continue practicing.

Huang San sighed and had no choice but to leave the cave, but he was soon stunned. The strange phenomenon would erupt every now and then. He had seen it many times, but the scale in front of him was obviously much more terrifying than before.

What's going on?

There was a raging evil wind all around. As a cultivator of immortality, Huang San also felt an inexplicable feeling of terror. If he were an ordinary mortal, he would probably be out of his mind.

"Hey, what is that?"

Huang San's expression suddenly changed. His cave was built on a hill. It was suspended in mid-air. He could see that about a hundred feet away from his feet, the soil suddenly started to stir strangely.

From under the soil, a hand stretched out. It was very dry, with only skin and bones left.

Bang!

Then the soil violently sprayed upwards, and a humanoid monster broke out of the ground.

The ten fingers were sharp, the appearance was extremely thin, and a fishy corpse smell spread all over his body.

"Zombies!"

Huang San was horrified. When he saw the monster rushing towards him, he quickly reached out his hand, took a series of shots on the storage bag, and released a flying sword-shaped spiritual weapon.

The light was as sharp as lightning, and it slashed at the zombie's head. However, the monster did not dodge or dodge. With a wave of his hands, countless black claws appeared, half of them blocked the flying sword, and the other half shot like Huang San's chest.

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This is not the only place where the changes occurred. Screams of surprise were heard one after another. Thousands of monsters suddenly appeared at the main altar of Xuan Pavilion.

Lin Xuan's expression was extremely ugly: "Ying'er, after wiping out the Blood Shadow Sect, did you directly bury the corpses of the monks of that sect instead of cremate them?"

"I'm sorry, young master. It was my negligence, thinking that the people were dead, so I just let them bury them in peace." Lu Ying'er lowered her head, her face full of fear and a little curious: "It's just no matter what

It is not easy for a mortal or a cultivator to turn a corpse into a zombie through channeling spirits. This is not a place of Yin veins, so how could such a change happen?"
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