The supernatural powers of the Legalists are rare in the world. Until Bao Zheng completed his mage to recover his magic power, the ban set up by the immortal master of the torture instrument room did not react at all.

The great supernatural powers of the Legalists, such as the Lunar Level, are no less than the thirty-six Taoist magical powers in the legends of the previous world, and are difficult for ordinary monks to sense them.

The window with white plum pattern on the Jia-shaped Ban Tanglang Room opened gently, revealing a handsome face.

Bai Yutang frowned slightly, his nose twitched a few times, but in the end he still found no abnormalities.

"It's strange. I felt uneasy just now, as if something strange happened... Am I really too concerned?"

"This old white is worthy of being a thousand-year-old demon, and his spiritual sense is really keen."

Bao Zheng was a little scared when he retracted his magical powers.

Just now, he deliberately investigated Bai Yutang. Fortunately, this "spokesperson of the law" is a great master of the Legalists, and it is extremely mysterious. Although Bai Yutang has a slight sense, it cannot be seen through it.

There is no need to establish an agency relationship with this old mouse at this moment, so be careful when you need it.

These naive people are really hard, but from tomorrow onwards, there will be five workers who don’t have money to earn their mana for free, and they will have more time to rest and renovate their food.

Although I am tight at the moment and can’t afford to buy delicacies, it does not mean that I can’t eat more finely.

What are the fried double crisps, Dongpo braised pork, steamed pork with noodles, and lion heads, it is time to put it on the agenda...

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Life is comfortable with free labor. Bao Zheng cleans up a few delicacies every day and eats, drinks, and fucks Bai Yutang. His life is not much worse than being outside.

People who sharpen their knives dream of entering Class B or even Class A, are the reasons why.

Once you become an elite sharpener in these two classes, you don’t need to go to work on time every day. Just complete your work quota within the specified time. You can dream of Zhou Gong in the room for the rest of the time.

Bai Yutang has a unique position in the torture instrument. When he encounters him, he will even refuse to sharpen the torture knife. Niu Dagang also knows that this master cannot afford to provoke him. When he encounters a fierce and evil spirit, he is difficult to deal with, and even begs Bai Yutang to take action.

"What I'm grinding is not a knife, but a heart. So, I don't look at the task of bird feathers, I only look at the fate."

Bao Zheng was not a professional chef in his previous life, but because he was good at eating, he became a good chef after eating for a long time.

Although the skills are not as good as those of a real chef, there is a thirteen-scented braised pig, the dishes they make are delicious.

Has the old mouse Bai Yutang ever seen such exquisite dishes? Not to mention him, even the master of Fanlou, the head of the 36th floor of Bianjing, would probably be confused when he saw it.

Bai Yutang was soaked with a crispy dish that he was full of oil. He ate and praised him. He became a friend of Bao Zheng and started talking about everything.

"Old Bai, try this Dongpo pork, and ensure that it is extremely fragrant and fat but not greasy."

Bao Zheng smiled and greeted the old mouse, but his eyes swept out the window. With his current strength, how could anyone outside hide it from him?

"I'm most annoying when I eat meat and drink. I'm the one with Niu, are you sick? Why are you standing outside the window with a bitter face?"

Bai Yutang sneered: "Make it clear in advance. If it were the Seven-ring Soul-Stationing Sword, you should not bother me! Otherwise, don't blame Mr. Bai for turning against him ruthlessly!"

A long sigh came from outside the door, as if accompanied by a secret swallowing sound: "Master Bai, I am really not an old bull, I am thick-skinned. If you refuse to take action this time, I am afraid that the turtle grandson in the torture instrument room and my old bull will all die..."

Niu Dagang stood in the rain with a bitter face and had already made up his mind secretly. If Bai Yutang refused to take action this time, he would be cheating!

There was a big trouble in the torture instrument room, which was the seven-ring soul-fixing sword that killed the gophrat Shuqing.

What are the Double Evil Sword and the Three Evil Sword?

Since this Seven-ring Soul-Stillage Sword was transferred to the torture instrument room five days ago, six sharpeners have killed them!

It also includes the elite sharpeners in Lou Sufang, a Banzi Yizi.

These sharpeners were sharpening this sword and were directly destroyed by their souls. They shouted "Welcome to the snow, God!" and then they died of blood from their seven orifices. In less than half of the incense stick, the body turned into yellow water.

Niu Dagang has been a torture instrument magistrate for many years, but he still doesn't understand that this is a strange injustice on the torture knife. If this injustice is not eliminated, you can't help but succeed.

So he reported the knife and wanted to blame the immortal masters and worshipers in Kaifeng Mansion.

Originally, when encountering the Three Evil Swords, the immortal master should purify them and then transfer them to the military to become a magic weapon on the battlefield. Niu Dagang just does things according to the rules.

As a result, a good thing was disturbed by a crazy monk.

This Seven-ring Soul-Stationing Sword is famous for its famous craftsman, and is specially used to kill evil spirits. Now it has become a Six Evil Sword. As long as the soul above is eliminated, it will become a magic weapon in the army. Kaifeng Prefecture also attaches great importance to it, so he summoned several immortal masters for this purpose.

These include the former Master Daoji and the current Monk Jidian.

Master Daoji, who was originally wearing a jewelry, now has a ragged dress, a ragged face, wearing a ragged monk's hat, holding a pair of ragged monk's shoes, and holding a braised dog's legs in his hand, eating with relish.

As soon as they met, the monk looked at Niu Dagang up and down, shook his head repeatedly, and said in a daze: "The fatal one is here, the fatal one is here..."

Then he rushed over and stroked the Seven-ring Soul-Stabilizing Sword, and cried while touching: "Unforgive, poor little gopher, you died so miserably, you're so angry, look at the green on your head...

I said to everyone, if anyone touches the soul on the knife, he will at least be entangled by the soul for three lives. Monk, I am timid and dare not touch it. Whoever loves to take action, whoever wants to take action? Anyway, I still have something to do..."

After saying that, he threw the knife on the ground, turned around and left, which was so fast, like running for life.

The remaining immortal masters looked at each other.

Although the monk became crazy, he was accidentally beginning to condense Buddhist relics. His third-level realm was stable and he was already a master of the world.

Now even the monk said that the sound of the sword was powerful, and he turned around and ran away, as if there was a young wife behind him chasing her debts. Who would dare to get involved again?

The lifespan of the human race is far less than that of the demon race. The third-grade cultivator is already the "god" in the eyes of mortals, but it only lasts a hundred and fifty years, and the second-grade master only lasts three hundred years, and it can only last more than five hundred years when he reaches the head of the first-grade sect.

Only the true immortals of the mainland, Buddhist arhats, and Confucian saints who have broken through to the super level can live for thousands of years.

Once the deadline is approaching, you still have to cross the Santu River and reincarnate and rebuild.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary soul. The souls that Bao Zheng killed before not only would not have any consequences, but would also help the suffering masters to exterminate their grievances and have a merit.

But according to the monk, the soul in this seven-ring soul-determining sword is full of grievances. Once it is contaminated, it will be entangled for three lifetimes. Who is not afraid of the masters who are sitting?

Not to mention them, even the heads of the first-class sect and the true immortals and arhats would not want to be involved in such troubles.

The unjust soul on this seven-ring soul-determining sword has become a hot potato.

At this moment, the immortal masters shook their heads, saying that they had limited ability and had no choice but to say goodbye. They said goodbye. There was still medicine in my elixir furnace, and the heat was about to arrive...

Not to mention that it was just a mere Niu Dagang, even the old cat in the Demon Slaying Room would not give him the face.
Chapter completed!