Taoist Kunhua looked at his senior brother silently and sighed. In the battle just now, he and Junior Brother Kunyun did not work hard, and it was the senior brother who was resisting alone.

After urging the Yin-Yang Mirror, the spiritual power required was very large. In addition to the invasion of the sword light, the senior brother's luck has now fallen by most of his head, and now he can only strive to maintain the third turn of the True Immortal.

It is estimated that it will take at least three or five days to restore to its original state.

On the other hand, the evil god should have the power of incense to replenish his state and restore his realm much faster.

In this way, they may not be able to make any difference in a short period of time.

The Taoist Kunyun next to him also thought of this festival and asked softly: "Senior Brother, what should we do next? Do we need to ask the head of the sect?"

"This evil god has a good geographical advantage, and tens of thousands of believers provide blessings for incense and thought power. It should be difficult for us to build the altar... It is better to tell the leader and ask how to deal with this matter. If you still want to kill, you can only send another disciple to bring the God-killing Formation to help."

The Taoist Kunshan was talking when a sudden green light came from a distance.

Taoist Kunhua waved his hand and the green light had already fallen into his palm. It was the paper crane used by the master to transmit.

He opened the paper crane and looked at it, his expression changed slightly: "No, the regeneration of the Creation Pool has changed, and the true seeds of the Immortal Gour have been warning one after another. The head of the sect ordered us to return quickly and not delay."

After saying that, he handed the paper crane into his senior brother's hands.

"It's really a matter of trouble. How could the Creation Pool suddenly change? Could it be that another major event happened in the secular world?" Taoist Kunshan frowned after seeing it. He nodded for a moment and said, "The Creation Pool is the foundation of the master's sect, and there is no need to be any mistakes. Let's return quickly."

After saying that, he looked unwillingly in the direction of the River God Temple.

This agent escaped another disaster... The scope of the evil god's realm has grown rapidly. If the evil god cannot be eradicated this time, there will be no chance in the future.

"Yes" the other Taoists nodded quickly. They all understood the priorities of the matter. Compared with the killing of the Yuqing Taoist sect, the true seed of the immortal gourd is the top priority.

The few people did not delay and immediately left through the teleportation array after returning to Wushan Temple.

As soon as he appeared on the other end of the teleportation array, a disciple came up to greet him and said, "The three masters have finally come back, and the head of the sect is waiting in the hall."

When Kunshan and the other three entered the hall, several junior brothers of Kun who were discussing the matter exclaimed: "Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

They could all see that the realm of the Taoist Kunshan was greatly reduced.

"I'm fine, I'm just hurting my soul by the evil god in Wanshan Mansion. I'll just have a few days off."

"Which level is so powerful that evil god?" Several junior brothers of Kun's generation exclaimed in surprise when they heard this.

"Just with the cultivation of the immortal way, this person should at least be in the realm of the earthly immortals. He has a treasure with hidden luck in his body. I can't see through the real realm." Taoist Kunshan said as he stretched out his hand and pointed, and a magic mirror suddenly appeared in front of him.

A green light flashed in the mirror, and a scholar appeared in it. This boy looked very young, holding a sword in his hand, and there was a faint light mask around him. Although he had no extra movements, he just stood with a sword in his hand, but he exuded a sense of confidence.

Everyone present saw it and couldn't help but feel trembling.

They could feel that this son's confidence was not because of his youth and ignorance, but because he had enough confidence in his own strength.

"It's indeed extraordinary, it should be transformed by the great fortune of humanity..." Although he was very angry about this, Taoist Kunyuan had to admire him in the end.

"Yes," Kunshan nodded, and the magic mirror disappeared immediately: "This boy has only been in the divine way for a few months, and has reached the three transformations of ghosts and gods. If he can convert to my Yuqing Taoism, he will definitely add a lot of luck to the Taoist Sect. Unfortunately, he has no good impression of the Taoist Sect, and we have failed several times of recruitment..."

"It's indeed a pity." Taoist Kunyuan sighed. Such figures appeared in Junzhou. The Yuqing Taoist sect went to the secular world to screen their children, but did not find out that they were really a bit dereliction of duty.

However, now is not the time to hold the responsibility accountable.

"Sect Master, what happened in the Creation Pool? I'm so anxious to call me back?" At this time, Taoist Kunshan asked again.

"Just just now, the spiritual energy in the pool was extremely critical. We just thought that there was another change in the secular dragon competition, so we recalled you with Feihe's letter. But there was a false alarm... The fake dragon Li Yingxiang led his people to attack Shangqing County but failed. He turned around and ran hundreds of miles across Huyin County. He entered Xiajiang Prefecture yesterday. With the help of the inside, he had already captured Lianshan County. This caused a change in the Creation Pool. Before you came back, my brothers and I had stabilized the Creation Pool, and it was fine." The head of Kunyuan explained.

"This is how it's happening." Hearing that Li Yingxiang was responsible for the work, the three of Kunshan people were relieved. They had already concluded that Li Yingxiang had a pseudo-dragon before. Although this person had some influence on the Taoist fortune, he could not escape the destruction. He could cause a major change in the fortune pool in the fortune pool, which should be the reason for his own fortune. After all, the pseudo-dragon is also a dragon, and the noise caused when it was prosperous will not be small.

Such changes are also under consideration by Yuqingdao.

"Sect Master, how should I deal with the evil gods of Wanshan Mansion?" Hearing that the Creation Pond was not in a serious way, Taoist Kunhua asked.

"This..." Kun Yuan pondered for a moment, but didn't know how to answer.

The evil god occupied the position of the City God of Wanshan Prefecture and killed several Yuqing Taoist children. He should have sent troops to attack and capture the altar. However, the other party has great luck, and even Senior Brother Kunshan suffered a heavy blow to fight him. If he insists on attacking him, he may need to send more Taoist soldiers to go.

After the incident of Dushui Shuijun, the Taoist Sect could no longer withstand major twists and turns. What's more, the battle for dragons has begun, and the Taoist Sect has no extra power to squander.

Now that things have come to this point, I can only suppress them temporarily and discuss them later.

However, Kun Yu and Kun Yang are also fellow brothers, so he couldn't say anything about giving up. In the end, he had to say helplessly: "What should I do with my fellow brothers do if I think this matter should be handled? Let's discuss it and discuss a constitution.

Understanding the concerns of the leader, the Taoist Kunshan took the initiative to speak: "Although the evil god is not recognized by the government, it has been recognized by the tens of thousands of people in Wanshan Prefecture. His own luck is connected with the secular humanity. If we are surrounded by the God-killing array, we should be able to cast it down the altar. However, if we do it improperly, the luck of Yuqing Dao will be subject to humanity."

"So, I can only let this guy go for the time being?" A man asked refusingly.

"That's true. Before, Dushui Shuijun made trouble, my Yuqing Dao fortune began to fade. Now that the dragon competition has begun, it is not easy for us to waste too much resources in this festival. We can only let the evil god be temporarily rampant for a while. When the true dragon settles in Junzhou, we can join forces with the disciples of Heichengdao to knock it down." Kunshan replied.

"It's all this." Although the Taoists knew that this move was like drinking poison to quench thirst, under the current circumstances, they could not provide much resources at all.

Without Yuqingdao making trouble, Chang Jin's life became dull. During the day, he mostly accompanied Su Su in the pharmacy, and at night he entered the Chenghuang Mansion to handle affairs of the underworld.

These days, as various judges and General Ganliu returned to their posts, the City God Yinshi gradually entered the regular state. The ghosts imprisoned in the prison were cleaned up, but most of the ghosts who were wronged were still stuck in the Yinshi, and now there are signs of ghosts full of ghosts.

The construction of the Yinsi City was put on the agenda again.

If you want to build this city, you still have to go to the secular government, so you must deal with Du Ruhai.

Chang Jin naturally heard about Du Ruhai. If such a foolish and incompetent person were not standing behind Liang Hou, how could he become the prefect?

Previously, because of his derogatory reprimand, he had to settle the score with him.

Thinking of this, Chang Jin immediately wrote a letter, and after writing it, it was stamped with the Yinsi City God seal. Then he called a ghost messenger: "You can quickly send this letter to Du Ruhai, the governor of Yangshi Wanshan Prefecture, which means that the city god will visit the prefect in the third evening."

After saying that, Chang Jin stabbed a Shinto Spirit Talisman into the other party's body.

"Yes" The ghost messenger held the letter, but did not dare to delay, so he went out of the divine realm and rushed towards the government office.

Just after the hour of Hai, many people along the street had not yet fallen asleep, and there were dim candlelight in the houses. There were also scattered pedestrians on some main streets.

With a talisman covering the body, this ghost man is not afraid of being impacted by the yang energy and walks quickly along the street.

After a stick of incense, I came outside the government office, and the ghost messenger showed off his body in a dark area.

He wanted to break into the government office directly and hand over the writing to the prefect.

But he felt like his body was burning like a fire, and the ghost couldn't help but sway. Fortunately, the talisman flashed at this moment, and a trace of coolness invaded the body, finally stabilizing the soul. Without this, he could also feel a huge pressure above the government office, which would not allow him to invade him at all.

Du Ruhai was incompetent and incompetent, and he managed the Wanshan Prefecture in a mess, but he was a secular official who had some human luck to protect him, and he could not be approached by ghosts in the realm of humans and gods.

In desperation, the ghost man had to change his clothes, dressed in a servant, and walked quickly towards the door of the night. If it were in the past, these ordinary ghost soldiers could only practice according to their instincts, so how could they use illusion? Now, the City God Lao Yue gave the incense and taught the way of ghost cultivation, and the ghosts in the Yinsifu courts knew some magic.

As soon as he got closer, a yamen runner shouted loudly: "Stop, who are you? Why are you here at the yamen so late?"

"Hello, two," the ghost messenger hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "I am the order of my master and I have a letter to send to the prefect."

As he said that, he held the writing in both hands and delivered it.

"Who is your master? I'm sending the letter so late?" The yamen runner did not reach out to pick it up, but just asked back.

"You can just send this letter to the prefect. After reading the letter, the prefect will naturally know who my master is." The ghost messenger did not reveal the identity of the City God.

"Haha, I don't even say my identity, I want us to report it. I want to think about it." The yamen runner sneered.

"That's right, I can do it if I want us to deliver a letter, but my brothers work very hard on the night and want some money to buy midnight snacks..." Someone also touched on it.

"You really want to ask me for money?" The ghost officer said in a slight shock.

"Nonsense, get the money quickly, or get out quickly..."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you money now." The ghost messenger smiled and reached out to explore the clothes, and took out a ingot of white silver, which was a full five taels.

Seeing the heavy silver, the head yamen runner's eyes shone with golden light, and stepped forward and snatched it. Then he couldn't wait to put it in his mouth and chew it.

The teeth hurt and there were clear tooth marks on it. Seeing the tooth marks, the yamen runner immediately smiled.

"I've given the money, can I deliver a letter to my master?" the ghost messenger urged.

"It's easy to talk about, it's easy to talk about." The yamen runner took the letter and ran to the mansion.

The luck above the government office was brilliant, and the ghost messenger always felt a heavy sense of oppression. Seeing that the other party received a letter, he did not stay at the door and turned around and returned to report.
Chapter completed!