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Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters Taoist civil strife

The Jiuqu ileal tube is not a magic weapon that can directly work.

If there are no special means, this treasure will not even come in handy.

However, as an important output of the imperial court, the Jiuqu ileal tube is indeed an extremely unique top-grade magic weapon.

Some materials of this treasure can be included in the category of Taiwu wood, but when he was most lacking in wood, Li Hongru did not think about tempting this treasure.

First of all, the functions of the treasure are somewhat unique, and maybe they can still be used at any time.

Second, this treasure belongs to the military under the court, and may be recovered by the court.

However, not many people can use the Nine-Curve ileal tube, and few people need this special type of treasure.

The Nine-Curve ileal tube can amplify the power of musical techniques.

This ability sounds amazing, but not many great practitioners can distract themselves from using two treasures at the same time.

It's like writing with your left and right hands at the same time. It sounds simple but harder to do.

After seeing the exquisiteness of Liu Yanjun's spell casting, Li Hongru took out the Nine-Curve ileal tube to try it out.

As soon as his magic power was activated slightly, he took back the magic mark on the treasure.

In a brief narration, Liu Yanjun also pointed out the Nine-Curve ileal tube when he was a little confused.

Li Hongru had just put the nine-curved ileum under the recorder, and heard the sound of sobs and sobbing.

In the fog, the sound of falling is constantly slapping.

"this……"

"Don't stop the mana you are operating, and run this tube while blowing!"

Liu Yanjun's body was shocked, and he felt that the sense of manipulation increased dramatically, Li Hongru kept urging him.

If the caster is distracted and it is difficult to control the magic weapon or the Nine-Curve ileal tube, the power of this amplified rhythm will be weakened and even affect the original power.

He had previously relied on the assistance of Dragon Ball, and he also relied on his throat to control the dragon stallion.

But at this moment, what Liu Yanjun needs to control is the Wan Zombie Formation and many of the zombies in it.

Li Hongru didn't know what Liu Renjing was like. When he urged Liu Yanjun, he kept looking.

"Biyunzi wants to help the evil, won't she give us the last way to survive in each Taoist sect?"

"Bi Yunzi and Huang Guanzi's surrender to the court was a humiliation of Taoist ancestors of the Shangqing sect and the reputation of Tao Gong. It's no wonder that the Tao family of the Northern sect was not with you!"

"running dog!"

"Everyone, as long as we control the people led by Zongzheng Temple and make them into puppets, all gods will be able to be safe for decades in the future. We will definitely not be discouraged this time."

"The Maoshan Land is the burial place for these imperial dogs. Let's kill the other one!"

"Why did Master Liu go back to the mountain one day early?"

"What should I do?"

"The three elders of the Shangqing Sect used the formation, but the leader was missing."

"If Master Liu is here, I'm afraid he won't use the formation."

...

The sounds outside are hard to hear inside, and the sounds inside the array are also weakened and are covered by the roar of zombies.

It was not until Liu Yanjun strongly controlled the formation of ten thousand zombies that many zombies had peace, and many voices came out of the Taoist temple in the distance.

These sounds are loud and small, and there are outsiders, as well as those who were sent to Taoist temples by Shangqing.

Liu Yanjun's face was blue and white, but the recorder playing in her mouth did not pause at all.

If she stops, the dominance of the formation will be taken back.

The Shangqing sect relied on the court very early, and then the Tianshi sect and other sects chose to surrender.

But many sects still adhere to the past, and even caused various developments due to the turmoil of the Sui Dynasty decades ago.

The Shangqing faction had noticed something was wrong a long time ago, and began to get out of this state, and also occupied a position in the court.

But Liu Yanjun didn't expect that he would return to his original form just in one go.

If the Zongzheng Temple Shaoqing and others were made into puppets, any trace of rumors would be leaked, and no one else would be left in the Shangqing Sect, and even Li Chunfeng would be implicated.

She frowned, and the recorder began to turn sharply from the whimpering sound.

This made a panicked voice in the gray fog come, and there are constant scolding.

At the same time, the faint sound of the three bells also came out of the array.

When Liu Yanjun was watching, Zongzheng Temple Chief Zhao Siyuan also had his eyes lit up.

"shoot!"

The flags in his hand were waving, and hundreds of rockets stained with tung oil suddenly flew off their strings.

A flash of fire in the gray fog, and then someone screamed, and another gray shadow jumped in panic.

Liu Yanjun's face darkened.

She obviously heard the screaming sound.

But the Shangqing faction finally struggled to get out of the matter, how could she fall back?

She didn't even know why the elders were bewitched, so she actually wanted to kill Liu Renjing and others.

"You and other foreigners dare to secretly discuss making our Zongzheng Temple people into puppets. How can you know if you have made the Shangqing Sect's people into puppets? You are the ones who are expelling the Shangqing Sect..."

The reprimand of Zongzheng Temple Zhao Siyuan came, and a black halo flashed in front of Liu Yanjun's eyes.

Zhao Siyuan's words are the only way to pull the Shangqing School out of muddy waters, and there is a high probability that they are true.

If the three elders had not been shaken in their minds, they would have been manipulated and their thinking and actions were abnormal.

The sound of the recorder playing in her mouth became sharper and more angry.

Without making any sound, Liu Yanjun made his thoughts clearly.

"Elder Shouwen, Elder Shoujie, you..."

Some questioning voice just remembered it, and then he groaned again and lowered.

But this low hum pulled away the chaos in the fog.

From time to time, the sound of swords and sword lights flashed, and the roar of spell collisions.

"I heard that Yin and Yang Tao are good at illusions, and can influence other people's thinking through illusions, and have the skills to control puppets!"

Zhao Siyuan kept scolding him.

As long as there is a certain balance, words will be stronger than swords and weapons.

But his face gradually became darker.

In the Shangqing School's Taoist temple, many chaotic sounds were constantly fading.

The counterattackers caused chaos, but were quickly suppressed.

As long as you control the three elders of the Shangqing Sect, the huge group of zombies will be difficult to resist.

At this time, it is difficult for these zombies to get out of the formation to kill people, but killing people inside the formation is no problem.

"Yin and Yang Taoist, you are cutting off the inheritance of our Shangqing School!"

The chaotic sound gradually faded, and there were blue blood vessels on Liu Yanjun's pretty face.

Her breath is chaotic, and it is hard to control two magic weapons at the same time.

Liu Yanjun put down the recorder at the corner of his mouth and scolded him, his face full of pain.

"This is not the original way to cut off the inheritance of your Shangqing Sect, but the Shangqing Sect is willing to be a cattle and horse in the court, so you must have the awareness of being a cattle and horse!"

The control of the Wan Zombie Formation was relaxed, and a voice came from the far Taoist temple, and then another sentence was added.

"Biyunzi, you know the ability of our Yin-Yang Tao, and you should be very clear that this is not something that our Yin-Yang Tao family can accomplish!"

"Haha, don't you still set up a branch in Chang'an!"

"How can we stop inheritance when the head of the school is outside?"

"We're just lending you the venue for use."

...

The sounds in the Taoist temple were mixed with some explanations, and there were also panic-men who reluctantly explained them.

Maybe it's because he wants to take risks, or maybe he has a Shangqing faction at the bottom.

But some things are often unexpected.

During Liu Yanjun's normal return period, he should return to Maoshan at midnight tomorrow.

This time was one day ahead of schedule, causing unexpected and change in some things.

Li Hongru frowned and looked at Liu Yanjun, who had a slightly ferocious expression.

At this time, the sect completely lost the elegance and Taoist style he had when he was seen in the past.

"I will use your blood to sacrifice the dead fellows!"

Liu Yanjun's words were revenge and decisive as the leader of a sect.

As the corner of her mouth moved, a little blood fell from the tip of her tongue.
Chapter completed!
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