The Tao is far away

Wang Chi ignored him and snatched his storage bag. He carefully checked it with his spiritual sense and frowned immediately. The wrinkles seemed to be able to crush the cultivator to death. There was no technique to control puppets in it.

"Tell me the technique to control the puppet and I'll spare your life." Wang Chi said coldly. His voice seemed to come from the abyss of Hell, revealing endless chill.

The fair-skinned monk looked at Wang Chi coldly, his eyes full of stubbornness, and did not answer.

Wang Chi flicked his finger lightly, and a pill flew into the mouth of the fair-skinned monk like a meteor.

"You!" The fair-skinned monk was shocked and angry.

"Don't get me wrong, this is a pill that replenishes qi and blood." Wang Chi looked calm.

Monk Bai Jing tried to refine it and found that it was indeed the case. He couldn't help but feel a little confused.

The white monk was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "If you can really spare my life, I will tell you the technique."

Wang Chi nodded solemnly and said, "As long as you tell me the truth, I will never break my promise."

The white monk took a deep breath, as if to give himself courage, and said slowly: "Come here and talk."

Wang Chi's face darkened instantly, as if covered with dark clouds, and he said, "Don't lie to me!"

The white monk shook his head quickly and said anxiously: "How dare I? My life is in your hands now."

Wang Chi thought for a moment, and sneered in his heart: "Okay, I'm coming."

"The technique is..." The fair-skinned monk suddenly took out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed towards Wang Chi with lightning speed.

Wang Chi reacted very quickly, grabbing his wrist tightly like an iron clamp, and pinching the white monk's neck with his other hand, and said coldly: "Forget it, I won't bother you, I'll just search your soul."

"What! Soul search!" The fair-skinned monk widened his eyes in horror.

"You are a demon monk!"

Wang Chi ignored him. A light flashed in his hand, and his powerful spiritual sense instantly entered the sea of ​​consciousness of the white-faced monk.

A bright moon appeared in the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, and Wang Chi searched purposefully for the information he needed.

After a long quarter of an hour, Wang Chi put away Mingyue.

It turns out that this cultivator's martial art is called "Ten Thousand Trees Puppet Controlling Technique", which is the sect's signature technique and is never passed on to outsiders.

This cultivator was only an outer sect disciple and had only mastered one level of martial arts.

In his memory, Wang Chi saw some cultivators who had mastered this technique to perfection. They could control dozens of puppets at the same time, and it was not difficult for them to overpower several cultivators of the same level.

Wang Chi casually threw a fireball at the fair-skinned monk, and he turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Ten days later, Wang Chi came to a vast snowfield.

At this moment, the cold wind was blowing like a sharp blade, and white snowflakes were fluttering.

Wang Chi took out the Divine Fire Robe and put it on. This magical weapon emitted a soft light and could automatically adjust the temperature to resist the invasion of severe cold.

Wang Chi frowned, wondering: Why is the temperature getting lower the further south he goes? After looking at the map, he realized that the route was correct.

This piece of snow was originally called Hanfengyuan.

Braving the biting cold, Wang Chi continued to move forward with difficulty, and suddenly found a large pit emitting steam in front of him.

Using his spiritual sense to scan, he discovered that it was a hot spring with two female cultivators inside. Judging from their clothing, they should be cultivators from the Xuyue Sect.

Wang Chi also wanted to take a hot spring bath, so he took out a puppet and controlled it to move forward.

Wang Chi can now only barely control a puppet.

The puppet conveyed the message: "The two fairies please leave this place, otherwise I will not be polite." The puppet's hoarse voice carried a hint of murderous intent towards Wang Chi.

There are not so many rules in this forbidden area.

The two female monks who were in the hot spring were stunned when they heard this, and a barely perceptible light flashed in their eyes for a moment.

Another big fish has arrived!

They have been here for the past few days and have slaughtered many wealthy monks.

"My fellow Taoist, the weather is cold. How about we keep warm together?" A sweet voice like the song of a nightingale came into Wang Chi's ears.

Wang Chi smiled when he heard this, and he already understood the general idea in his mind.

Wang Chi jumped up, quickly took off his clothes, and jumped into the hot spring.

The two female monks inside had rosy skin and exposed shoulders, and they looked quite pretty in the hazy heat.

"This senior brother is so rude. He came in without saying hello. How can we sisters face people in the future?" One of the female cultivators hugged her chest, turned her back to Wang Chi, and said with a bit of shyness in her voice.

Wang Chi was soaking in the water, feeling extremely comfortable. He sneered in his heart as he listened to these coquettish words.

Charm technique?

interesting.

I can even resist Qingluan's charm, let alone you two ugly guys.

"I saw that my two junior sisters looked like fairies, and I couldn't help myself. I hope the fairies will forgive me."

The two monks looked at each other and smiled.

Hooked!

One of the female monks said coquettishly: "Since we sisters and brothers have met, it means we have some fate, so why not have a good chat with us sisters." The voice was so sweet that it seemed like honey could drip out.

Wang Chi smiled slightly and said, "Okay, would you please come forward and talk to me, ladies?" There was a look of anticipation on his face.

Another female monk laughed sweetly, her laughter as clear as a silver bell: "Senior Brother is so annoying!"

The two female monks approached Wang Chi like two slippery fish and leaned on both sides of Wang Chi respectively.

A bright moon slowly rose from Wang Chi's sea of ​​consciousness, shining with its cold light.

The two female cultivators stopped in front of Wang Chi, their figures clearly visible.

A pink vortex suddenly burst out in their eyes, and that vortex was like a bottomless trap, as if it wanted to suck Wang Chi in.

Wang Chi thought quickly in his mind, can he kill these two monks instantly?

But apart from the art of charm, these two monks did not reveal any other abilities.

Let's just wait and see.

Wang Chi pretended to be under a spell, and hot flames burst out of his eyes, as if he was blinded by desire.

The two female cultivators looked at each other, and their pretty eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent, as if they were wearing hideous masks.

"Brother, in this cold and deserted place, why don't we practice the dual cultivation method together?" A female cultivator's voice was filled with endless temptation.

Wang Chi smiled foolishly, his voice trembling a little: "Dual cultivation is good."

The hands of the two monks kept moving in the water, winding like snakes, and a sharp dagger quietly appeared in their hands.

"Wait." A female cultivator suddenly spoke.

"What are you doing?" The other person looked puzzled and frowned.

"This person's Yuan Yang is still there, and he absorbed it."

"Great, now that we have absorbed it we may be able to go further."

The two monks looked at Wang Chi greedily, determined to seize his Yuan Yang.