Chapter 665: Evil Cultivator Zhang San

Unexpectedly, under the leadership of Tie Lian, the three evil cultivators passed the huge digital maze array as they wished.

When they looked back at the digital maze array, the huge digital maze had already disappeared in a large piece of white mist.

At this moment, a large piece of colorful light curtain suddenly dropped from the sky, blocking their consciousness and vision.

After a moment, the colorful light curtain was retracted, and the scenery in front of the three evil cultivators changed again, and they were in a brand new array space.

To be precise, this is an ink-colored world.

Flowers, trees, mountains, rivers and land are all in the form of ink and wash, exuding a powerful aura, which makes the viewers amazed.

And the magical thing is that these scenes are moving, flowing and changing like water. Before, it was a winding stream, and the next moment it was a towering mountain; before, it was flowers and plants, and the next moment it was a big waterfall and a clear pool. Before, it was a small lotus tip, and the next moment it was a flying fish hitting the water.

And the switching between these scenes is irregular, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.

Everything is so magical and unpredictable.

"What is this place? Are we in a painting?" The bald man said, touching his bald head.

"It's a black world." Tie Lian said bluntly.

"Qingyan Monk" narrowed his eyes, carefully dispersed his spiritual sense, looked carefully, and then said: "This is one of the "books" in the six arts of Confucianism. It is a kind of illusion power. But the illusion of books is different from ordinary illusions. Ordinary illusions often use false images to disturb vision or hearing, so as to make the person being cast have illusions and fear. But one of the books of Confucianism is also called the power of writing and condensing truth. With the power of writing as a guide, an illusion with powerful attack power is condensed. Compared with ordinary illusions, the power of writing and condensing truth focuses more on the effect of attack. It is real and fake, making it hard to guard against. Therefore, we must be extra careful in every step we take next."

"Let me release the spirit insects to test it first. Most illusions are launched against people. For spirit insects, most illusions are ineffective." The bald man "Flying Insect Venerable" said.

"Since you are so confident, you can try it out. Don't make things worse. The writing power in front of you relies on the formation. If it is really activated, the three of us will be in trouble. Our mission is to find the magic pattern left here by the demons a thousand years ago." "Qingyan Monk" instructed.

"Please rest assured, Lord Right Envoy, I will be careful and cautious." The bald man responded respectfully.

Although it was the first time he heard the word magic pattern, the bald man knew that the things that Lord Shadow was interested in would be profound and unfathomable, and he could not guess at it.

The bald man first carefully observed the surroundings. He stretched out a hand, turned his palm, and dozens of flying insects the size of rice grains appeared in his palm. These flying insects were translucent, but they were not the flying mosquito-shaped spirit insects that the bald man usually used. Their appearance was closer to bees, but much smaller.

Then, the bald man squeezed a drop of blood on the fingertips of his other hand and dripped it on the small insects in his palm.

The insects smelled the blood and immediately became excited. They crowded together and devoured it in big mouthfuls. In a blink of an eye, they had eaten up the drop of blood.

Next, the bald man chanted the secret words to control the insect spirit: "Insect spirit, my blood is the guide, go up to the sky and down to the earth, and do everything..."

The dozens of small bee spirit insects in the bald man's hand flew up from his palm.

They first circled around the bald man's head, then spread their wings and flew in all directions. They were small and inaudible, and their sounds were slight and inaudible, and there was almost no spiritual power fluctuation on their bodies.

Sure enough, those small bee spirit insects were not disturbed by the surrounding ink-colored world, and went straight in the direction specified by the bald man's consciousness.

Seeing that his little bee spirit insects were successfully released, the bald man smiled on his nervous face and said, "Right Envoy, these bee spirit insects of mine have just sucked a drop of my blood essence. And that drop of my blood essence contains the breath of the magic elixir given by the Shadow Lord. As long as there are fluctuations similar to the magic power in this space, they will always be found by these spirit insects of mine."

"Qingyan Monk" did not answer, but just nodded. What he wanted was the result.

Then, the bald man sat cross-legged in the same place seriously, closed his eyes and calmed his mind.

After a moment, he turned one hand into a sword finger, touched his forehead, and a white spiritual light flashed.

The caterpillar pattern on his bald head suddenly twisted like a living thing. It looked three parts funny and seven parts scary.

Immediately, a special spiritual consciousness fluctuation spread out from the sea of ​​consciousness under his head like a tide. Invisibly, it continued to communicate the information sent back by the little insects released before.

The bald man seemed to hear the subtle buzzing sound sent back by the little bee spirit insects.

After a moment, the bald man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

He stood up quickly, without time to tidy up his clothes, and walked quickly to the front of the Qingyan monk, bowing and saying: "Report to the right envoy, twenty miles east of here, there is a huge demon spirit power fluctuating, maybe the magic pattern we are looking for is there."

The Qingyan monk said seriously: "No maybe, are you sure?"

"Please rest assured, right envoy. These dozens of bee spirit insects of mine may seem insignificant, but I have carefully selected them from billions of bee insects. Their detection power will not make mistakes within a range of thirty miles. I can guarantee it with my bald head."

The Qingyan monk glanced at the bald man, his eyes paused on the caterpillar pattern on his bald head, thinking to himself, your bald head is only worth the value of a worm.

Then, the Qingyan monk looked at the two people in front of him and said: "I took this action under the military order of the Shadow Master. If it fails, my head will be moved. The Shadow Master treats us well on weekdays. This mission is a secret mission that the Shadow Master has planned for many years, and it must not fail. It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only one day to use it. If this mission fails, what's the point of your two heads still being on your necks?"

The words of the "Qingyan monk" were like a military order imposed on the bald man and the iron-faced man. The bald man and the iron-faced man were terrified and dared not say a word.

"Qingyan Monk" looked towards the east, and then said: "Let's go and take a look without delay. Venerable Flying Insect, you lead the way in front."

"Yes, sir."

The bald man "Venerable Flying Insect" led the way carefully in front, and Qingyan Monk and Tielian followed behind.

As the bald man walked, he kept throwing out spells to locate and communicate the positions and information of the small bee spirit insects released before.

In this way, the three of them walked ten miles towards the east. Although the ink-colored scenery around them was still changing, they did not launch any attacks on the three of them for the time being.

But the three of "Qingyan Monk" remained vigilant. They knew in their hearts that the ink flowing around them was a poisonous snake. It looked soft and fuzzy. If it really launched an attack, it would most likely be a fatal blow.

"Stop first." Qingyan Monk suddenly said.

"Qingyan Monk" stopped and looked towards the east.

The bald man who was leading the way in front and Tielian behind him also stopped quickly.

The Qingyan monk looked at the bald man and the iron-faced man with a serious expression and said, "I'll say it again, the next mission cannot be missed. Otherwise, the moment the mission fails, you two will be buried with him."

The words of the Qingyan monk were like a nail that claimed his life. When the bald man and the iron-faced man heard it, it was like a nail in their hearts. They both shuddered at the same time.

The two of them stood in front of the Qingyan monk in an orderly manner, not daring to breathe, and they all lost the evil and domineering aura that evil cultivators should have.

In front of absolute strength, even an evil tiger will become a timid kitten.

The Qingyan monk raised one hand, and a ball of black gas rose out.

The black gas was condensed, and a pitch-black ghost flag appeared in it. The ghost flag was about ten feet high, with light golden ghost runes flowing on the surface, making a slight humming sound. I don't know if someone was crying, or if the ghost flag scared away the passing breeze.

It was the magic weapon of the Thousand-Faced Ghost, the Seven Evil Ghost Flag.

Then, Qingyan monk made a hand gesture and pointed at the ghost flag opposite.

The ghost flag trembled, and a large ball of black ghost fog immediately spit out from the surface. The ghost fog rolled, outlining the ghost head of a huge two-horned evil ghost.

The next moment, the two-horned evil ghost opened its mouth and sucked fiercely.

A black wind swirled over the body of Qingyan monk.

The black wind subsided, and Qingyan monk disappeared, and the plain-looking "Zhang San" with a pair of small eyes like soybeans appeared in his place.

Then, Zhang San waved his hand, and the Seven Evil Ghost Flag turned into a black light and was taken back to his body.

At this moment, Zhang San looked like an ordinary person, but his eyes revealed the evil and domineering aura of evil cultivators.

"Is this the real body of the right envoy?" The bald man muttered in his heart.

"The right envoy is indeed a cruel and ruthless thousand-faced ghost. I wonder how many people he has used as ghost slaves." Tielian thought to himself.

"Qingyan Monk" is a ghost slave I have just conquered. There is no room for error in the next battle. For safety, I will temporarily act in this appearance. You two should stop staring at me. This is not my real body. Anyone who has seen my real body is now dead. "Zhang San said.

The bald man and Tie Lian said in shock at the same time: "Evil cultivator!"

Next, Zhang San turned his wrist, and a purple magic jade pendant appeared in his palm.

With the power, it seemed that a purple snake was moving on the magic jade pendant, and it made a subtle humming sound.

"There is indeed a breath of magic spirit in front, but I am not sure it is the magic pattern mark we are looking for." "Zhang San" said.

"Right Envoy, I am not wrong, am I?" The bald man said, while touching his bald head with his hand.

The bald man secretly rejoiced in his heart: "My head is saved for the time being. Given the evil temper of this Right Envoy, if I say something wrong, I'm afraid he'll chop off my head even if I have ten heads."