"This guy is so despicable. He has not done anything good after living for decades. Master, I seriously despise him Sier seriously. If you see that you don't have any good things for men, of course, besides me, you must be careful in the future and not be deceived by those men's sweet words." After seeing Mr. Liang's life, Zhang Zhexue felt that it was necessary to take this opportunity to educate Hu Sier well, so that she would not drink other people's soup in a mess in the future.

Hu Sier said, "Young Master, my Qinglan Fox Clan has reached a certain level of cultivation and has to walk to the mortal world and see the joys, sorrows, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, and separations of the world. Only in this way can we have some insights and improve our illusion to a higher level. I have been walking in the world for a hundred years, and I have never seen anything? If I hadn't lost my inner alchemy and could not transform, I should still walk in the world now. My good young master, don't worry about me."

Zhang Zhexue touched his nose and smiled and said, "It's good that you are mentally prepared, then I'll be relieved, haha."

With the help of the illusion created by Hu Sier, Zhang Zhexue packaged himself as a savior, saving Liang Shao repeatedly in the illusion, and through hints, he influenced Liang Shao's psychology bit by bit.

After spending a few days, Zhang Zhexue found that he was very sad. His psychological suggestion to Mr. Liang basically did not play any role. Later, after thinking for a long time, he realized where he was wrong. These practitioners were able to practice to a certain extent, and after countless battles, their mentality was very strong. It was difficult to achieve the goals he had set before just psychological suggestion.

"My mom, don't the people here even have the most basic trust?" Zhang Zhexue didn't know what to do now. No matter which sect the twenty or thirty foundation-building monks would lose an important force that should not be underestimated. It would be a pity if these people could not take it for themselves.

After coming out of the stone prison, Zhang Zhexue found brighter and told the result of using illusion to brighter.

Looking at Zhang Zhexue who was a little dejected, Gengliang said: "I told you that the illusion catalyzed with your current cultivation level cannot make them surrender. I don't care what you do. You can figure out a way yourself. In about a month, I can refine these soul-supplementing pills. Then we can't continue here. The laws of heaven and earth here are incomplete, and there is even less resource for cultivation. Whether you or me, you must obtain more resources. If you can't handle these people within a month, I suggest you throw them all here and come back to deal with them when you have the ability. Anyway, they will not be able to escape from the stone prison for decades."

Zhang Zhexue gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "I don't believe it can't deal with these guys. Master, you are slowly refining those soul-enhancing pills. When I go and give them a ruthless one, it's all."

He smiled brightly and said, "I don't care about you. You can do whatever you want and let you do it."

Zhang Zhexue laughed and said, "As long as they can't come out, the disciples will scare their urine out now."

Returning to the Huxiashizhu, Zhang Zhexue took out two illusion pills at a time and cast them in Liang Shao’s stone pills. After Liang Shao fell into the illusion, he asked Hu Sier to transform into a golden elixir monk in the illusion, claiming to be the chief disciple of the Palace Master of the White Stone Palace. He pulled more than a dozen foundation-building monks into a square in the illusion and told them that the Palace Master of the White Stone Palace was a Nascent Soul cultivator. He had only survived the heavenly tribulation not long ago. After the Nascent Soul was stable, he opened the mountain gate again and accepted disciples to preach in the Immortal Cultivation World.

Then they asked those people one by one whether they were willing to surrender and handed over the storage bag. Anyone who had slight resistance was slapped into a meat pie with a palm. Anyone who surrendered and handed over the storage bag was sent back to the Shizhu and told them to take them as disciples of the White Stone Palace after the palace master came out of seclusion and arranged their positions according to their cultivation. They were also told that as long as they performed well, in addition to becoming disciples of the Jindan Ancestor, they also had the opportunity to become the personal disciples of the powerful Nascent Soul.

Seeing the foundation-building monks who were photographed as meat pie, Mr. Liang surrendered immediately. After all, not everyone can face life and death calmly. Moreover, with the foundation-building monks as role models, Mr. Liang felt that they had surrendered, and it was not a shame for him to follow the trend at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He also knew that in this Nanyun Continent, as long as there was a sect with the existence of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, he would become the top sect on the Nascent Soul Continent. Although the Palace Master of the White Stone Palace is a new Nascent Soul Cultivator, as long as he has time, the White Stone Palace will inevitably become the fifth largest sect in the Western Qin State.

Mr. Liang saw with his own eyes that four golden elixir monks were captured into the Baishi Palace, so he had no doubts about the Lord of the Baishi Palace who had survived the heavenly tribulation and became a Nascent Soul monk. So he obediently handed over his storage bag and magic weapon, and followed the servants of the Baishi Palace to return to the stone prison.

Watching Mr. Liang wandering around in the stone prison and finally handing the storage bag in his hand, all this was so magical. Zhang Zhexue bumped into the storage bag in his hand and said, "Hehehe, these guys are really hard but not soft. If they had known this, they wouldn't have wasted so much time."

"What a pity, if your cultivation is to build the foundation and have spiritual consciousness, we can plant the soul-destroying curse in his soul and directly take him for yourself. There are not many opportunities like this, and it is unlikely to find such an environment and conditions in the future." Hu Sier chewed a pill that Zhang Zhexue threw to her in her mouth.

Zhang Zhexue hung Liang Shao’s storage bag around his waist and smiled and said, “Haha, don’t worry, just build the foundation. I will reach your young master in two or three years. Then we will deal with them again, let them obediently and work hard for the young master. Okay, let’s scare the next one.”

Facing the Qi Refining Cultivator, Zhang Zhexue only needs two ghost pills to trick their storage bags, while facing the grassroots cultivator, he needs a lot more ghost pills. Even a cultivator with a preliminary foundation building level must use six ghost pills at the same time. Three of these cultivators are high-level foundation building cultivators, and each of them uses more than a dozen ghost pills, so he refined more than two hundred ghost pills to be enough, which took a month's time.

Some of these people would rather die than surrender. They only wanted to hand over the storage bag, but refused to surrender to the White Stone Palace. Zhang Zhexue did not force such people. It was not sweet to force melons. Of course, he also lacked the ability to force others. He collected their storage bags and allowed them to return to the stone prison in the illusion and continue to sit in the bottom of the prison.

For these foundation-building monks, Zhang Zhexue only retained one natal magic weapon for them, and handed over all the other magic weapons. After all, it is not easy to take out the marks inside the natal magic weapon, and letting them handed over it is equivalent to letting them hand over half of their lives. Perhaps many people will resist. If they accidentally reveal the filling in front of them, it will be more than worth the loss.

The last foundation-building monk was Jun Modao. Everyone was friends. Zhang Zhexue did not cheat his storage bag, but saw his origin, cultivation, growth and dealing with people in the illusion. Zhang Zhexue still admired Jun Modao, at least he did not see the ulterior motives in his illusion, but only saw the almost plain practice journey of this foundation-building monk. Of course, Zhang Zhexue also saw the fragment of Jun Modao fighting for power and profit with others in the Junjia Castle, and at the same time he felt sorry for Jun Modao's open plot that crushed all the way.

Zhang Zhexue decided to let Jun Modao enter the illusion before leaving, let him see that he escaped from the White Stone Palace with the help of Hu Sier, and then turned back to save him, let him see how he rescued him from the White Stone Palace regardless of life and death in the cracks of the struggle between the Golden Elixir ancestors. No matter what, he must confirm this favor.

The plot must be designed seamlessly, so that he can escape from the White Stone Palace with him, but he cannot let him know the real situation of the White Stone Palace. After all, the White Stone Palace is where he will open a sect in the future, and the fewer people know, the better. Zhang Zhexue was planning to discuss it with the fox spirit Hu Sier. He felt that Hu Sier was still very smart, and at least he would be very good to come up with some bad ideas.

After coming out of the stone prison, Zhang Zhexue flew and discussed with Hu Sier how to tailor a seamless escape illusion for Jun Modao. Each person and fox flew for more than an hour and returned to the brighter retreat. Seeing that he had not yet left the seclusion, he sat down in the hall outside his cave.

Zhang Zhexue happily took out all the storage bags and arranged them in a row on the ground. The happier the more you looked at them. Hu Sier lay down beside him, waiting for him to pour out the things in the storage bags. If there was something he liked, he would act coquettishly and grind him over. After following Zhang Zhexue for a long time, she had already figured out the character of this master.

He opened more than forty storage bags one by one, poured all the things inside to the ground, and poured out the things collected in the White Stone Palace, put them together, looking at the things like a hill, his eyes were radiating. This is the rhythm of getting rich. Once upon a time, there was not even a crystal stone in his pocket, let alone any magic weapons. But now, I am also a rich man, and I can be considered rich. If I meet the old Taoist Yunshan, how can I show off to him? Haha, as long as the old bull makes me happy, I will appreciate him a little, and I will appreciate him a little, hahaha, I will be happy to think about it.

Not to mention crystal stones, there are only dozens of magic weapons. These foundation-building guys are really rich. There are even more magic weapons per person. There are hundreds of bottles, and there are so many kinds of elixirs. I don’t know how many kinds of elixirs are there. I’m not good at distinguishing elixirs. This meticulous work has been done by the hardworking and beautiful vixen Sier. After all, she has been walking in the world for more than a hundred years, and she has never eaten pork and seen pigs running.

Leopard San was ready to sort the crystal. The crystal was not very useful to Leopard San, so he could sort it to avoid the possibility of corruption. Besides, this guy hasn't been scattered for a long time, so he should let him come out to relax. Thinking of this, he took off the gourd around his waist, opened the gourd lid, and shouted: "San'er, come out and help quickly, your little master, I'm rich."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bao San flew out in a whirlwind, and changed his body in mid-air and landed on the ground with a thump. Just from the sound of his landing, he knew that this guy was well solid.

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Chapter completed!