bullyxtreme Chapter 402: Throwing Pancakes
Chapter 402: Throwing Pancakes
Corpse Puppet Monk?" The voice seemed to come from the sky. Luo Shan wanted to speak, but he couldn't.
She found that no one around her seemed to notice the strangeness of the sculpture.
"No need to look. This is communication through divine thoughts. Only you can hear my voice." The ethereal voice sounded again. Luo Shan's heart was filled with turmoil. She didn't understand why the other party wanted to talk to her.
Could it be that she is the only cultivator of the Wu clan who has no faith in this Wu Ancestor?
"Of course not." The voice seemed to have heard Luo San's words and spoke directly.
Luo Shan's expression changed slightly, and finally he asked directly in his heart.
"Wu Zu, what do you mean?"
It's impossible that you want to chat with her and talk about ideals, right?
Luo Shan had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and the divine thought said:
"Of course it's because of you."
Luo Shan's heart was beating wildly, could it be...
As expected, the witch's next words made her face change suddenly.
"I haven't seen a tribesman like you for a long time. You and your clone are one yin and one yang, and you seem to have comprehended the two ways of yin and yang. So, I want to make a deal with you."
make a deal?
Luo Shan didn’t believe that such a powerful Witch Ancestor wanted to make a deal with her.
"Don't worry, it won't be too difficult for you. I have also consumed too much of my divine consciousness and now I am unable to protect the members of the Jiuli Wu Clan."
No matter how powerful its body is, it cannot descend to the mortal world because of the divine consciousness of the Wufang Realm.
If he hadn't consumed too much of his spiritual power, how could the Witch Clan have become what it is now.
Luo Shan was a little surprised by what Wu Zu said.
"What does Wu Zu want me to do?"
Luo San frowned, feeling unsure about this deal.
"I want you to restore the glory of the witch clan." The divine thought said.
"I really can't do this." Luo Shan refused, and seeing that the divine thought seemed a little unhappy, he hurriedly said.
"You don't have to worry, Wu Zu. I can't do it because it's impossible for one person to do it. I know a fellow Taoist from the Wu clan who is in the same realm as me and has the same strength as me. I believe he will be able to ascend soon."
"That Taoist friend has contracted the God-Destroying Bow. I think she will definitely be able to restore the glory of the Witch Clan." Luo San said.
"Really?" The Witch Ancestor's mind was half-believing and half-doubting, but it did not feel that the corpse puppet female cultivator was deceiving it, so it believed it for the time being.
Being able to contract the God-Destroying Bow, it seems that he is indeed a talented member of the Witch Clan.
While thinking about it, I heard Luo San say:
"Wu Zu, I don't know, what exactly is the deal you are talking about?"
"The Immortal Realm is in turmoil right now. You, the cultivators from the lower realms, need to serve on the Immortal and Demon battlefield to ascend. The deal I'm talking about is this."
Luo San's eyes rolled around, and he understood the hidden meaning behind these words, and immediately said:
"Junior understands."
The battle between immortals and demons, why does this sound so familiar?
For a moment, recalling the words of the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox, Luo Shan pursed his lips and thought to himself that this was really speechless.
The Sifang Realm experienced the invasion of demons, the Wufang Realm had to fight against the monsters, and when they ascended to the Immortal Realm, they had to go to the battlefield between immortals and demons. It was an endless fight. This so-called ascension was too ridiculous.
Mortals envy cultivators for having the opportunity to ascend, but what happens after they ascend?
From this perspective, it is better for ordinary people to know nothing.
However, when he thought of the countless intrigues among mortals, Luo Shan was speechless again.
Is it true that only when you become powerful enough that no one can decide your life or death, you can be truly free?
"Since you are unwilling to trade with me, I will not force you to do so."
After all, he is his junior, so he would not be angry about it.
"I will erase your memory and leave a mark on your sea of consciousness. When the female cultivator ascends, you will lead her to my statue."
Luo Shan remained silent. He wanted to refuse, but he knew it was impossible, so he did not say anything.
In an instant, his sea of consciousness was churning. Luo Shan opened his eyes, then looked around, feeling as if he had forgotten something.
As for the imprint in her sea of consciousness, after her mind fell asleep, the black and white auras silently concealed it.
Luo Shan always felt that something was wrong. He released his spiritual consciousness and looked inward at his dantian, sea of consciousness and his own meridians. When he saw that there was nothing unusual, he frowned again.
She had never felt this way before, and she didn't believe she was just overthinking it.
But no matter how he checked, he couldn't find anything wrong. For a moment, Luo Shan couldn't even care about the excitement and fell into deep thought.
After the covenant ceremony between Yunyin and Zhou Xiangyang ended, Luo Shan did not move. It was only when some villagers saw Luo Shan standing there stupidly that they came over to inquire about the situation.
"Village chief, what's wrong with you?" The voice was crisp, and the word "village chief" was particularly clear.
When Luo Shan heard the word "village chief", he subconsciously turned around and saw a beautiful female cultivator from the Wu clan who had reached the Jindan stage. He shook his head.
"Nothing." Luo Shan said, and then he looked at a group of Wu villagers moving the Wu Zu statue into the ancestral temple, and asked curiously:
"Since this Wuzu statue can connect with the Wuzu of the Immortal Realm, why doesn't Jiuli have only one Mahayana Immortal Venerable now?"
The so-called Mahayana Immortal Venerable was the one who led the Jiuli Witch Clan to guard the South Land.
"This..." The woman was also stumped by the question and thought for a while.
"Many years ago, the Wuzu statue was able to teach the tribe members skills, but since some time ago, the Wuzu in the statue began to become weak and sometimes fell asleep for a period of time. The high priest has a holy stone that can communicate with the Wu tribe, but we can't. This time, it was the saint who used her blood essence to awaken the Wuzu statue."
The woman said, looking at Luosan.
That's it...
Luo San nodded, and seeing that the woman looked at him with a strange look, he explained:
"There is no statue of Wuzu in the lower world, so this is the first time I know this."
After Luo San's explanation, the woman nodded in understanding.
Yes, the lower world is even smaller than the Wufang Realm, so how could there be a statue of the Witch Ancestor’s divine consciousness?
"By the way, since I am the village chief of Jiuli Village, what can I do for you?"
"The village chief only needs to protect the village. The saint will handle other matters." The female cultivator said with a smile.
Luo Shan understood that they were looking for a nanny, no, it should be said that they were looking for a bodyguard.
Thinking of the rewards from the three spirit veins, Luo Shan was very satisfied.
There is no messy thing to do. She just needs to guard the village and the people in it. For her, as long as the ancestor who is transcending tribulation does not come, she is sure to defend it.
After all, not only is she a Mahayana cultivator, but her clone is also one.
Luo Shan was still confident that two Mahayana monks could protect the palm-sized village chief.
Thinking about it, he asked the female cultivator some more questions about Jiuli Village. After getting the answers he wanted, he turned and left.
After the covenant ceremony between the Saint and the young leader of the Loose Cultivators' Alliance ended, the two began to retreat. Luo Shan was also in his room, starting to wonder what changes had taken place in his body that he could not see.