My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

Chu Ci listened to Peng Qi's words quietly and lowered his head to think.

The other party is a cultivator in the late Jindan stage. If he suddenly comes, it will be difficult to deal with. After a moment, he slowly said: "Daoyou, please stand up. The other party is very likely a cultivator in the perfect Jindan stage, and it is not something I can deal with. All I can do is return your soul to you. As for whether Daoyou can escape Xu Xinghe's pursuit, it depends on your own luck."

Peng Qi's face changed when he heard this. He said anxiously, "As long as you can help me get through this difficult time, I will serve you for the rest of my life and will never break my oath. If you think there is a risk in saving me, I only ask for a quick death, which is better than falling into Xu Xinghe's hands."

Peng Qi knew that he had killed the other party's son. If he was found by the other party, he would be tortured to a point where his life would be worse than death. Maybe his sister would also be implicated.

Chu Ci listened to Peng Qi's words with his head down and kept silent. He had murderous thoughts in his mind several times. Keeping this potential threat by his side was also a huge hidden danger.

Suddenly, Chu Ci had an idea in his mind. He looked at Peng Qi again and asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist Peng, do you really prefer to die than be captured by Xu Xinghe?"

Peng Qi had already sensed Chu Ci's killing intent, and knew that this matter was difficult to resolve. Finally, he steeled his heart and said, "You have done your utmost by not killing me immediately, but if I fall into the hands of a Jindan cultivator, I will definitely be worse off than dead. In this case, why not ask you to kill me and send me off."

After saying that, Peng Qi closed his eyes tightly, looking as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

Chu Ci stared at Peng Qi, as if observing him. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "I have a way. Although it will make you suffer, it may save your life. Are you willing to try it?"

Peng Qi responded almost immediately: "I do!" His voice was firm and without any hesitation.

Chu Ci nodded and said in a deep voice: "This method is to turn you into a zombie. Your memory will not change, but the refining process will be very painful. And once successful, you will become a special kind of zombie."

After hearing this, Peng Qi grinned as if he was about to cry: "Zombie? What is that?" He felt that the method Chu Ci mentioned was no better than falling into Xu Xinghe's hands.

Chu Ci explained, "I met a few people a few days ago. They are also followers of the Tianyin Sect like you. From them, I learned a secret technique to make zombies. As long as the technique is successful, I can put you into the corpse bag at any time. In this way, no matter how powerful Xu Xinghe is, he will not be able to find you through the soul lamp."

Peng Qi remained silent, feeling mixed emotions. The idea of ​​becoming a zombie was hard for him to accept.

Seeing this, Chu Ci continued, "Although I haven't studied this secret technique in detail, based on my observation, it shouldn't have much impact on the cultivator's thinking and memory. This is the only way I can think of to save you. Of course, I won't force you to make a decision. I'll give you three days, and we can study this secret technique together. After three days, if you still don't want to, I will personally send you off, but I also promise that I will never hurt your soul."

After Chu Ci finished speaking, he looked at Peng Qi quietly, waiting for his response.

After some inner struggle and weighing, Peng Qi finally said: "Well, as you said, we will make a decision in three days." When he said this, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, and then asked: "But if Xu Xinghe comes to us within these three days, how should we deal with it?"

Chu Ci patted Peng Qi's shoulder gently and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Peng, what is coming will eventually come. Running away is not a solution. If Xu Xinghe really comes to us in the next few days, then we will face it together. If an enemy comes, we will fight him with our troops. If a flood comes, we will block it with earth."

Peng Qi was moved by these words. He knew that there was no friendship in the world of immortal cultivation. If other cultivators were faced with this situation, he would not even have a chance to wake up and would have been killed by the other party. But Chu Ci was willing to face the crisis with him. For a moment, Peng Qi felt a little fortunate.

Chu Ci had actually already made a plan in his mind. It would take a long time for a Jindan cultivator to practice in seclusion. If Xu Xinghe could really get here within three days, he would not send his son to take the risk.

Xu Xinghe should be very clear about how risky it is for Xu Zihao to take the Dark Spirit Fruit with his cultivation level. Even if Yurong and the old man surnamed Yang did not have any murderous intentions, there would definitely be many dangers along the way.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Peng, our top priority now is to find a safe place to study that secret technique carefully." After Chu Ci finished speaking, he took Peng Qi and flew towards the distant mountains and forests, intending to find a suitable place for retreat.

Peng Qi had just been hit by Yu Rong. Although the other party did not kill him, his body could not recover for a while, so his flying speed was extremely slow. It seemed that he could not recover in a short time.

Seeing this, Chu Ci summoned the Wind-winged Vulture. Peng Qi couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the big bird. This was a fourth-level monster. Even a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building would find it difficult to subdue it. But the person in front of him was able to subdue it, which made Peng Qi admire Chu Ci even more.

The wind-winged eagle spread its wings and flew high at an astonishing speed. In less than two hours, they had already flown four or five thousand miles. Chu Ci saw a few peaks ahead and patted the wind-winged eagle to signal it to land.

The two of them and the bird soon found a hidden cave. Chu Ci took out five hundred-year-old wind spirit fruits from his storage bag and threw them to the wind-winged eagle, then he turned around and walked into the cave to check.

The wind-winged eagle ate with gusto, but Peng Qi was shocked when he saw this scene. Chu Ci actually gave such a precious treasure to a spirit beast, and he took five at a time.

After a while, Chu Ci walked out of the cave and said to Peng Qi, "I think this place is very suitable for us to comprehend the secret arts. Let's stay here for three days. We can make a decision after three days."

After that, he took out a jade slip and handed it to Peng Qi, and continued: "This is the jade slip I got from the Tianyin believers. It records the method and key points of refining zombies. This matter is very important to you, so you can study it without worry. I will set up a formation outside first to prevent anyone from disturbing you."

Peng Qi took the jade slip and nodded, saying solemnly: "No matter what choice you make, I have great respect and gratitude for you, fellow Taoist."

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Peng, please go in quickly. It's time for me to feed the spirit beasts." After Chu Ci finished speaking, he no longer cared about Peng Qi, but summoned out several spirit beasts including the Ghost Shadow Stone Monkey, and took out a pile of various spirit fruits for them to share.

Peng Qi watched this scene and a strange idea came to his mind. If he really became Chu Ci's zombie, it didn't seem so difficult to accept.