Chapter 131 Fang Che's Shock [Additional Chapter for the Leader of Yizui Qianchou]

Chapter 131 Fang Che’s shock [Additional update for Yizui=Qianchou leader]

According to Fang Che's own estimation, at his current speed, the evil spirit in this piece of ancient jade would probably be dissipated in ten to eight years.

But this won't work.

He began to try, wrapping it with countless scriptures and then binding it in one place.

It doesn't affect your sanity, but you can't spread it all the time, it's too dangerous.

Although the Infinite Sutra can be easily achieved, it cannot be restrained for long because Fang Che's cultivation is really shallow. According to Fang Che's own estimation, it must be released every two hours or so.

“Whose piece of jade originally belonged to it?”

Fang Che was completely shocked.

Based on the intensity of the evil spirit above and the cumulative calculation over time, the blood debt in this person's hands probably cannot be calculated in terms of hundreds of thousands or millions.

No amount of money can stop it!

This person is definitely the kind of devil who can kill hundreds of millions of people and bring disaster to the world!

'No wonder the Only One Orthodox Church is so anxious, even at the expense of so much, to find this ancient jade...'

Fang Che was shocked.

But what he was more worried about was... would this thing be discovered in his body?

Does Solipsistic Orthodoxy have a way to screen for induction?

So Fang Che didn't go anywhere, and ran the Infinite Sutra with all his strength. According to his past life experience, while erasing the evil spirit, he searched for the possible soul imprint in this ancient jade.

If there is a soul imprint, even if you know it is a huge opportunity, you must quickly hand over the ancient jade to the guardian.

Because in your own hands, you absolutely cannot keep it.

Even his own life cannot be saved.

If this thing exists on your body, it will be discovered. Even if the Weiwo Orthodox Sect sends out masters of weapons to kill himself, the innate master, Fang Che will not feel any surprise!

However, after so long, the evil spirit has been resolved.

In addition, it is so easy to integrate and accept it with your own soul.

Fang Che didn't find any trace of the soul brand at all.

"How could there be no soul imprint? How could such an important thing be unprotected?"

Fang Che was puzzled.

Naturally, he didn't know that because of his own sensitivity and mischief, this terrible demon had been half crippled, and even the soul he had managed to raise was destroyed.

The reason why this piece of ancient jade became ownerless was also due to a series of operations by myself.

If Fang Che knew about it, he would definitely sigh when he thought about how this piece of ancient jade came into his hands.

But now he was puzzled.

While resolving the evil spirits, I started to think.

‘The fact that the Solipsistic Orthodox Church has to look for even if it exposes so many of its bases proves that... there is no means of accurate screening or immediate sensing. ’

‘I also collected so many ancient jades, but Mu Linyuan simply asked me to leave for a day and a night. In other words... to screen the ones I collected, they can't be sure whether there are any inside. They need to use various means to screen them piece by piece, and it may even take a day and a night. ’

'In this case, each piece of jade needs to be handled carefully and carefully sensed to distinguish it...'

‘In other words, this piece of ancient jade is on my body and is now in my consciousness, so they cannot sense it. ’

‘That is to say, there is no soul imprint. Even if there is, the soul associated with the soul brand should have disappeared, or...cannot come out. ’

‘That’s why. ’

‘So, there will be no problem with this piece of ancient jade on me. ’

After figuring this out, Fang Che felt much more relaxed.

After all, who would be willing to hand over such a good thing.

Look, it's still early.

Just afternoon.

There's still one night left...there's no rush.

So Fang Che closed his eyes again.

When the evil spirit comes out most violently at the beginning, let it escape more.

The Infinite Scripture began to run wildly with all its strength, and traces of evil energy continued to scatter toward the sky, the earth, and the mountains and forests...

The sun is to the west.

Slowly sinking to the west.

The last ray of light disappeared into the horizon.

Ye Meng cautiously came to Fang Che: "Young Master?"

"how?"

"It's almost dark."

"What are you afraid of when it's dark?"

Fang Che said calmly: "Such a beautiful scenery, look at it for a while, people and nature also need to get closer and closer. It's not easy to come out once, and camp here tonight."

"ah?"

"Ah for what?"

Fang Che waved his hand impatiently: "Didn't I ask you to bring something with you when you came out? Go get some game and barbecue. Make it clean and taste better. If it doesn't taste good, I'll kill you..."

"Sold into a brothel!" Ye Meng pouted.

"Well, if you know it, go quickly."

"..."

Yemeng had no choice but to take the sword to hunt game.

Fang Che continued to lie down half-lying and began to dissipate the evil spirit.

More and more I sighed in my heart: The original owner of this jade was a big devil who deserved to be cut into pieces a hundred thousand times!

There is too much evil spirit.

If it were not the Infinite Scripture, but the mainland's most primitive method to resolve evil spirits...

Fang Che knew very well that even a master of weapons would take at least a few months to resolve.

If an emperor or a lord gets this thing, it is estimated that within ten days, he will be driven by the evil spirit and become a demon who only knows how to kill.

Of course, if one's cultivation reaches the emperor or lord level, with the power of the Infinite Sutra, it is estimated that the evil spirit can be dispelled in an afternoon.

One night passed.

The morning breeze was mighty and the mountain wind was howling.

In the early morning of autumn, there was already a bit of biting cold.

Ye Meng woke up from meditation, and Fang Che was still lying on his side with his eyes closed.

"You are so crazy that you suddenly stay outside for a night... and you don't even go into the tent."

Ye Meng muttered.

He stood up and was about to find a place to wash, but when he opened his eyes and looked ahead, he was suddenly stunned.

The whole mountain... was bare!

A thick ground of red leaves!

This mountain is actually bald!

Moreover, the grass that was green last night has turned withered and yellow.

Ye Meng couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and when he looked again, it was still the same.

Close your eyes and open them again, it's still the same.

"This..."

Ye Meng was confused.

Is this a night's sleep? I didn't sleep for three months, did I?

How could this happen?

Over there, Fang Che slowly opened his eyes.

The Infinite Sutra in his body blocked the channel for the evil spirit to overflow.

It feels bearable, two hours, nothing should happen.

If you are not in a hurry to dissolve it, you can also take it out and put it on your body, so that the evil spirit will not be exposed.

Then he stood up and stretched, and suddenly widened his eyes: "Ye Meng, Ye Meng!"

"What's wrong, young master?" Ye Meng hurried over.

"What's going on?"

Fang Che was shocked: "Why is it winter? Where are the leaves? What did you do last night?"

"..."

Ye Meng opened his mouth wide: "Me?"

"Yes, you stayed here for a night and caught two rabbits. How did you make the mountain bald?" Fang Che asked with a frown.

"I'm also confused...it wasn't me!"

Ye Meng shook her head repeatedly: "I'm confused too, what's going on?"

Fang Che said confidently: "It must be you! No one else came to this mountain last night! And I was sleeping the whole time, who else could it be if not you?"

Ye Meng was numb: "How can I have such ability..."

"Hmph, let's go anyway. If it's not you, then there must be something fishy, ​​you can't have slept for three months."

Fang Che walked over and untied the reins.

The black horse neighed to the sky.

The white horse also couldn't wait to shake its head and wag its tail to go down the mountain.

Go back quickly.

I don't know what happened to the grass on this mountain. It became unpalatable overnight...

Fang Che was still scaring Ye Meng along the way, frowning and saying seriously: "There must be a ghost on that mountain..."

Ye Meng's face was tense: "..."

"It seemed that there was a ghost laughing in the middle of the night last night, chirping..."

Ye Meng: "..."

"You will be fine if you go down the mountain. There is something strange on that mountain."

"..."

"Even the two horses seem to be in a bad mood. If not a ghost, what is it?"

"..."

"Why are you so pale? A ghost is not possessed by you, right?"

"Ahhh..."

Ye Meng screamed, her heart pounding, and whipped the white horse with a horse whip, leading the way.

"Hahahaha..."

Fang Che laughed loudly.

I was in a good mood.

I checked the consciousness space and was even more happy.

Now my consciousness has expanded by more than three times.

It can be said that the soul has increased three times. How can he not be happy?

If the consciousness space of a normal innate master is, for example, one meter. Then the previous Fang Che should have three meters.

But now, it is twelve meters long.

This soul strength is twelve times stronger than that of an ordinary innate master!

Divine consciousness is the foundation that supports everything and the guarantee of future powerful combat power. How can Fang Che not be happy?

Moreover, this piece of ancient jade is still continuously nourishing his soul. How strong it can be is unpredictable.

"Good stuff!"

Fang Che thought to himself, such a good thing is worth it even if it is a little dangerous.

It must not be handed over!

...

Xianshiju.

Bei Mingxin lay on the recliner as if all his bones were pulled out, and he was unwilling to move his fingers.

Finally the test was over.

"I'm so tired..."

Bei Mingxin had an urge to cry, it was so fucking tiring. He monitored each piece of ancient jade, and he had to use his divine consciousness for each piece.

Fang Che got a lot of fake and shoddy products, which almost ruined Bei Mingxin.

Mu Linyuan brought a cup of refreshing tea: "How is it? Do you feel it?"

"No!"

Bei Mingxin closed his eyes and drank the tea: "It's a waste of time... There is nothing in it. There are still many inferior jades, and a small half of them are buried with the dead. Damn it, the kind that is held in the mouth or stuffed with dermatitis..."

Mu Linyuan: "..."

Looking at the expression on Bei Mingxin's face, he wanted to laugh: "Even an ordinary appraiser can see this, is it still necessary..."

"The surface of the Wuxiang Jade looks like jade, but in fact, the material is different. It has just been lost and is basically no different from those burial objects... Alas..."

Bei Mingxin's sigh was simply heart-wrenching. Full of unbearable taste.

"Then you take a rest, there are other places waiting..."

"Oh my God..."