Avenue Stowaway

Chapter 205: Adding Chips

Ten days passed quickly, and in the area ruled by the Spiritual God Sect, monks wearing strange clothes and various armors could still be seen flying through the air. However, the great event caused by the Spiritual God Sect was only circulated among the monks, and it only affected the world of monks, and had nothing to do with the mundane world.

The villages and towns where mortals gathered lived peacefully as usual, and had no idea that a major event that had spread hundreds of thousands of miles had occurred in the outside world. The mortals just felt that there were many more monks appearing in the sky recently.

In a small town, a man wearing a ghost mask sat in a teahouse, drinking tea slowly. Guests were coming in and out, but the ghost-faced monk sat on the chair without moving. Only when there was no more tea in the pot would he call the shopkeeper to make him another pot of tea.

The light between heaven and earth gradually dimmed, and the ghost-faced monk still looked worried. He had drunk more than a dozen pots of tea since he came to this teahouse, but he did not leave the table. If an ordinary person drank so much tea, he would have died of urination, but the ghost-faced monk never moved, sitting there like a sculpture.

The shopkeeper obviously realized that the man wearing the evil ghost mask was not an ordinary person, but most likely a monk, so he did not dare to rush him and could only serve him carefully.

However, as it was getting dark and time to close the shop, the man still did not leave, which made the shop owner a little worried, but he did not dare to urge him.

To mortals, every cultivator is like a high and mighty god who cannot be provoked or offended.

The ghost-faced monk looked up at the sky outside, gritted his teeth and stood up. His action was too violent, and the shopkeeper who had been watching him carefully was frightened and almost crawled under the table.

The ghost-faced monk had no money like ordinary people. He simply left a green leaf and turned away. Although the ghost-faced monk left behind was just an ordinary spiritual herb leaf, it was an extremely rare treasure for ordinary people. It could heal injuries and diseases and prolong life.

The shopkeeper nervously looked at the ghost-faced monk who had already flown away, then immediately rushed over and carefully placed the emerald green leaves on the table into his arms.

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"It's hard to say whether I can come out alive this time when I go back. Damn it, why did I run to find him so foolishly? Now look what I have done. Not only have I lost my freedom, but even my life is not in my control." The ghost-faced monk felt very regretful.

Now, ten days have passed, and the Ghost-faced Monk has already heard some news about Huangfu Qi, and is now preparing to return to Qingtian Tomb to inform Kong Fang.

However, the Ghost-faced Monk was very worried about his future situation.

"He actually killed eight cultivators of the Transformation Realm from the Dingtian Sect at once. Those were eight cultivators of the Transformation Realm, not my followers at the Ascension Realm. Only one cultivator of the Transformation Realm can easily kill a hundred or eighty cultivators like me, but in the end, eight of them were killed by Kong Fang, a cultivator at the peak of the Ruling Realm. No, he is not at the peak of the Ruling Realm. He must have hidden his cultivation level, otherwise how could he kill cultivators at the Transformation Realm."

"Pah." The ghost-faced monk slapped himself, but the slap hit the mask instead.

"I am still thinking about this at this time. I should think about how to save my life from him. He let me go last time, but he may not let me go this time. I will die faster if I don't go back. The oath cannot be broken easily." The ghost-faced monk regretted it very much, but it was too late to regret it now.

The anxious Ghost Face monk spent a night and finally arrived at the canyon entrance outside the Qingtian Tomb the next day. Looking at the monks gathered at the canyon entrance, who were reluctant but had to enter the Qingtian Tomb, the Ghost Face monk suddenly felt much more comfortable.

"My life is not in my own hands, but at least I know everything. Even if I die, I will die with understanding. The monks who have entered the Qingtian Tomb one after another these days have no idea what dangers are waiting for them after entering the Qingtian Tomb, and it is even more impossible for them to know that the person who killed them is Kong Fang, whom they are looking for." The ghost-faced monk actually gained some strange balance in his heart, and then he no longer paid attention to the surprised looks of the monks around him. He calmly stepped into the canyon and disappeared.

"Wow", with a flash of light, the ghost-faced monk appeared in the quicksand area.

"Huh, I was not teleported directly to that palace." The ghost-faced monk was surprised. He thought he would be teleported directly to the palace he had entered before.

Suddenly, the ghost-faced monk was stunned as his attention was attracted by a strange square object made of sand in the distance.

"When did such a strange thing appear in the Quicksand Region?" The Ghost-Faced Monk flew over carefully. When he got closer and saw that there was no danger, the Ghost-Faced Monk punched the wall formed by the sand.

"Bang!" The ghost-faced monk flew backwards suddenly and hit a pile of sand in the distance.

The ghost-faced monk was only shocked and not injured. He quickly turned over and looked at the strange object made of sand in front of him in surprise.

"What on earth is this thing? It has such strong defense. Although I didn't use my full strength, it can't be blocked by some sand. Could it be..." Just when the ghost-faced monk wanted to continue observing to see if there was some kind of treasure hidden inside, a cold voice suddenly sounded beside him, "Come here when you come back."

"It's him..." The ghost-faced monk was shocked when he realized that the cold voice came from Kong Fang, but before he could react, he was sucked into the vortex that suddenly appeared above his head.

In the space where the Wanzhentai was located, there was a flash of light, and the ghost-faced monk appeared on the side.

"It's not the palace from before, and there are so many pictures..." The ghost-faced monk was shocked to find that the place this time was different from the last time. But then he relaxed. He was like meat on the chopping board, with no power to resist at all, so he might as well relax a little. Just looking at the hundreds of pictures that appeared on the surrounding formations and the monks trapped in the pictures, the ghost-faced monk was extremely shocked.

Now, the Ghost-faced Monk has a clearer understanding of how Kong Fang and Qing Ling control the Qingtian Tomb formation.

"Have you found out everything?" Kong Fang withdrew his gaze from the pictures in front of him, and then looked at the ghost-faced monk and asked.

"I found out a little." The ghost-faced monk suddenly became extremely humble and replied respectfully: "Not long after Huangfu Qi separated from the senior, he was taken back by people from the Huangfu family and then locked up. I made inquiries from many sources and even captured some of the Huangfu family's disciples who were in the Entering Spirit Realm and Ascending Spirit Realm, but I only found out that Huangfu Qi was locked up. As for Huangfu Qi's current situation, I didn't find out." After the ghost-faced monk finished speaking, he looked at Kong Fang apprehensively.

The Ghost-faced Monk was very worried that Kong Fang would kill him in a rage. From some information he had learned during this period, Kong Fang was fully capable of doing so.

"He was taken back and locked up by the Huangfu family." Kong Fang pondered for a moment and asked, "Does that mean the Spiritual God Sect didn't make things difficult for Huangfu Qi?"

"This..." The ghost-faced monk suddenly hesitated.

"Just tell me what you know. If you keep hesitating, I'll throw you out." Kong Fang's face turned cold.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you." The ghost-faced monk was sweating coldly, "I don't know anything. I just have some guesses in my mind."

Seeing Kong Fang frowning and getting a little impatient, the Ghost Face Monk quickly said, "The Lingshen Sect is not making things difficult for Huangfu Qi right now, most likely because of you. Now, the Lingshen Sect is anxious to find you, so they naturally won't pay attention to a small figure like Huangfu Qi, but it's hard to say in the future."

After hearing Huangfu Qi's words, Kong Fang fell silent, then turned his head to look at a picture in front of him.

The picture shows the situation in a ruin, and there is actually a monk in this ruin. At this time, this monk is observing the surroundings with a vigilant look, and slowly moving forward in the ruins.

The other monks in the picture were trapped somewhere. Only this monk could move freely. The surprised ghost-faced monk could not help but observe carefully. When he saw the monk's face clearly, the ghost-faced monk exclaimed in his heart, "It's him."

"If they fail to catch me, Lingshen Sect will definitely vent their anger on many people, and Huangfu Qi will be the first one to bear the brunt of it." Kong Fang said in a low voice: "Now, except for Qingtian Tomb, which Lingshen Sect cannot explore clearly, other dangerous places can be searched carefully with the strength of Lingshen Sect. If they still can't find me in the end, the powerful people of Lingshen Sect will definitely focus their attention on Qingtian Tomb, and then we will be unable to leave Qingtian Tomb."

"Brother, we can teleport directly to an area a hundred miles away from Qingtian Tomb. The mouth of the canyon is just an ordinary exit, but it doesn't mean that we must leave from there." Qing Ling suddenly said.

Kong Fang was stunned, and then a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Kong Fang said: "In this case, I will play with Lingshen Sect. Qingling, are you willing to leave Qingtian Tomb and hand it over to others? Of course, I will only hand over the control of the formation outside Qingtian Tomb to others. As for the core area, I will seal it up directly. No one can come in and destroy it unless he wants to die."

"Qingling listens to her brother in everything. As long as she can be with her brother, Qingling will be satisfied." Qingling looked at Kong Fang with her bright black eyes without blinking.

"Okay, then we brothers and sisters will have a good time, and then we'll leave."

"Yeah." Qing Ling nodded happily.

As long as Kong Fang is happy, Qing Ling will be happy too.

The ghost-faced monk's heart was beating wildly. Kong Fang was actually going to hand over the control of Qingtian Tomb to someone else. Although it was only the formation in the outer area, it was also very tempting. Not counting the various treasures and inheritances that might exist in the outer area, just placing the nest in the outer area of ​​Qingtian Tomb would be foolproof. This is a place safer than Lingshen Sect.

Sudden--

"Bang", the ghost-faced monk knelt on the ground. "I want to follow you, senior. I hope you can accept me." The ghost-faced monk said firmly.

Kong Fang glanced at the ghost-faced monk and said, "I won't accept a follower like you."

The ghost-faced monk's face suddenly turned miserable and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew that it was unlikely that Kong Fang would accept him as a follower, but he still wanted to give it a try.

"But if you work hard for me, I will not treat you unfairly before I leave." Kong Fang added.

The Ghost Face monk was stunned for a moment, then he became ecstatic and swore a solemn oath on the spot: "I, the Ghost Face junior, am willing to follow you. If I do anything to let you down or go against your wishes, I will be abandoned by the Great Dao."

Being abandoned by the Great Dao is more terrifying than death. The oath made by the Ghost-faced Monk is definitely the most terrifying one.

"Well, get up." Kong Fang nodded.

The ghost-faced monk stood respectfully aside, but he was in a difficult mood. He originally thought that he would soon die after entering the Qingtian Tomb, but who knew there would be such an opportunity.

"Senior, no, master, we should increase our bargaining chips. It would be best if we could attract some strong men. As long as we have strong men in our hands, our say will naturally be much greater, and it will be much easier to save Huangfu Qi then." The ghost-faced monk quickly got into his role and began to make plans.

"Qingtian Tomb prohibits cultivators above the Spiritual Transformation Realm from entering. This is... Never mind. I won't tell you about this. You just need to know that this cannot be changed. Therefore, we have no way of allowing the strong men of the Spiritual God Sect to enter Qingtian Tomb, especially without letting them enter without any suspicion."

Qing Ling's eyes showed a trace of confusion, and no one knew what he was thinking. After a moment, Qing Ling suddenly said: "Brother, actually we have a way to do this."