"Nothing!" The Taoist priest roughly checked the ancient paintings that Wang Tianshi brought back. Seeing that there was no work, he realized that he had been deceived by Wang Tianshi. He was a little absent-minded when he saw the paintings.

Looking at the ancient paintings that were randomly spread on the table by the Taoist priest, Wang Tianshi was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Suddenly, Xiaoke, who was still dozing off the previous moment, walked to the table a few steps and stared at the cold landscape painting without saying a word.

This is a painting of landscape paintings, which are dark rural wild woods. They look more like a beginner's writing and ink is randomly graffitied. The whole picture is very blurry, but in the eyes of Wang Tianshi, a quasi-master-level national artist, they do not think so.

Because the painting itself is a dark tone, the picture is too blurry, but the feeling of yin energy that appears in the picture has a strong feeling for Xiao Ke, who is a turbid demon, or Wang Tianshi, the blood clan.

But for Wang Tianshi, he was only professional from a professional perspective. He could not see anything strange in this painting, so he looked at Xiaoke, who had always been as motionless as a mountain, and had a mouth full of words like gold, "How about it, is there any secret in the painting?"

Xiaoke nodded, then looked up at Wang Tianshi. Wang Tianshi understood Xiaoke's meaning and reached out to make a gesture of invitation.

Xiaoke narrowed his small eyes, and his body trembled slightly because of excitement or nervousness. His hands, which were huddled in a pair of wide sleeves, stretched out, and his hands quickly rotated and pinched the magic tricks. A green flame as big as a lantern seedling appeared at the tip of Xiaoke's left finger and swayed gently.

"Yinhuo..." The Taoist priest covered his mouth in surprise, but immediately felt relieved. If the turbid demon had no Yinhuo, how could he refine the Yin of the natal world? What he was strange was that Xiaoke's Yinhuo was so condensed.

Xiao Ke slowly touched the ancient painting with the Yin Fire on his fingertips. When the Yin Fire on his fingertips was less than an inch away from the picture, the spiritual power attached to the picture faded from Xiao Ke's fingertips to both ends of the picture like two ripples.

The next moment, the scenery on the whole picture changed suddenly and changed into a strange tadpole style.

"What is written on it?" Tadpole Wen Wang Tianshi couldn't understand it, and didn't know how to read it, but it didn't mean he didn't want to know whether his three million flowers were worth it.

"Look at it yourself, concentrate your mind, hit the spirit, from here..." Xiaoke handed Wang Tianshi the ancient paintings full of tadpole texts. The Yin Fire on his left hand was still sticking to the picture, and his right hand pointed to a half-moon-shaped symbol on the upper left.

Wang Tianshi acted as he said. When his weak divine thought just touched the half-moon symbol, the entire tadpole text seemed to be instantly active, turning into information and pouring into Wang Tianshi's mind, such as corpse pills, such as spirits, such soul arrays, and soul transfer... He only felt the ghost energy was so terrifying that the mad demons were dancing.

When the last bit of information poured into Wang Tianshi's mind, Wang Tianshi seemed to be exhausted, holding the table with sweat all over his body, his mind was about to break apart, "What the hell is this? It's so dead..."

The Taoist priest smiled, "Shitou, you really picked up a treasure this time. You actually picked up a text that records the exercises."

There are too many twists and turns in the world of cultivation. Wang Tianshi was too lazy to ask the Taoist priest what the text was. He looked directly at Xiaoke, who spoke more reliable than the Taoist priest.

"The text is a method of retaining the turbid demons. It uses divine thoughts instead of writing, and uses yin energy as ink, and hides it in calligraphy and paintings. Only cultivators who are both turbid demons can crack it, and they can read it less once." Xiaoke replied.

Wang Tianshi rubbed his head. When he looked at the ancient painting, he realized that the tadpole text had become much lighter, and it seemed that if he looked again, he would be out of sight. As the yin fire at Xiaoke's fingertips gathered into his body, the picture turned into a dark wood, and spiritual energy filled it again.

"What is recorded?" the Taoist priest asked anxiously.

When Wang Tianshi was still sorting out the information in his head, Xiaoke smiled with his eyebrows and eyes. This little smile was enough to mean that he was already happy: "Shi Tou just asked a few days ago..."

"Damn it, I'm going to refine puppets!" Without Xiao Ke's words, the Taoist priest had guessed the answer. It was not only that he remembered that Wang Tianshi asked Xiao Ke a few days ago, but that the technique left by the turbid demon is naturally the turbid demon's technique. One of the two is a puppet.

Xiaoke nodded, "It seems that there is only half an article, but it is still half apart..."

Yes, there was only half of the article, and Wang Tianshi also sorted it out, which reminded him again of Xue Hongye's words, the remaining skills, and the streets of the Spirit Gate were everywhere.

It's painful.

"Can you refine a puppet?" Wang Tianshi asked unwillingly. Although he had sorted out the information infused by ancient paintings, can you expect a blood clan to immediately understand the martial arts of a turbid demon?

Xiao Ke shook his head with a hint of apology on his eyebrows and eyes, "When I reach the Dan Killing Stage, it will be only 5% successful. Moreover, the spiritual power in my body cannot support the complete refining process."

"I can, I have so much spiritual power that I have no use." Wang Tianshi was about to speak, and remembered the fact that spiritual power could not produce the sea of ​​qi. He immediately punched his fists on the table with anger, "Oh..." This hard-working cultivation has tortured to death.

"If I can find the other half of my skills, after I reach the Pill-Cultivation Stage, the success rate can reach 20%, but I must find someone with deep spiritual power to help me." Xiaoke poured some cold water and gave me some hope.

The Taoist priest quickly raised his hand, meaning that people with deep spiritual power are here.

But Wang Tianshi didn't even look at the Taoist priest. He said this to him. What does that mean? It means that the little spiritual power in the Taoist priest's body is not small enough to refine a puppet.

"When will you reach the Dan-Cultivation Stage?" Wang Tianshi asked. As for the candidate to assist Xiaoke in refining puppets, Xue Hongye, can he fool her once and twice, isn't it the third time?

Xiao Ke was ridiculous, smiling helplessly, and glanced at Guanyin beside her, "When will she advance to the bronze corpse, I will advance to the Dan-Graining Stage."

Wang Tianshi was stupid. What kind of bullshit logic is this? Whether the master can advance depends on the face of Yinwu?

"Jiang Tuzi, I will pay one million for the paintings of Heihan. As long as you have the goods, money is not a problem." Wang Tianshi took out his cell phone, dialed Jiang Tuzi's phone number, and shouted viciously. Now he can only cast a wide net and catch more fish.

In the following days, under the leadership of Park Jinhui, the three major gangs of Zhonghai were officially merged, and Park Jinhui officially retreated behind the scenes and was handed over to the Taoist priest's disciple Luo Qing, and Hei Pi was assisting.

Xiaoke squatted in the corner of the door during the day thinking about Qinghan's puppet refining techniques. At night, he took Guanyin and under the escort of Wang Tianshi, he went to the surrounding cemetery to absorb the yin energy.

As the three major gangs in China Overseas were officially integrated, the family's blood source became better and better. Wang Tianshi no longer hosted the party every day, and gave it to Lao Jiu to host it with all his power.

But this does not mean that Wang Tianshi suddenly became empty. In fact, he was busier than before. The headquarters of the Qinglong Society is located in the depths of Mount Emei, Sichuan. Since we have to bring all the blood clans of the family, it is obviously impossible for them to leap over half of China overnight. This involves the arrangement of hiding places along the way, the planning of blood source transportation and supplies, etc. In short, Wang Tianshi has not brought many soldiers, but it is more troublesome to design than fighting.

By the time everything was arranged, it was already a week later. Without Wang Tianshi robbing spiritual power, Taoist priest's third-level spiritual talisman had been refined a lot.

On this moonly night, outside Niumang Mountain, in a deserted stone factory, Wang Tianshi stood tall on a pile of bluestones, and the thirty-three blood tribes who had just finished drinking blood were kneeling down in high spirits.

"I know you are used to the luxurious urban life. I know you cannot live without music, dance and wine, just like you cannot live without night. But don't let these numb your blood. I want to know whether your fangs are sharp, whether your bat wings are tough, and whether your wing armor is invincible..."

"Franco!" The blood clans below all showed their bat wings and fangs.

"Then go fight, drink the enemy's blood, and prove to me that you deserve the name of the Blood Clan, a mortal, that is terrifying to the public." Wang Tianshi waved his hand, and Lao Jiu led the team. With the continuous "huff..." sounds, the Blood Clan spread its wings and flew to the sky. After this period of time of infusion, each of them returned to their peak period. After hovering around Wang Tianshi, they flew towards the West like a flowing black cloud.

On the road below them, a heavy truck was driving away in the west. In the carriage, an old Taoist was telling a story with a ghost.

"Where are you, we are already on the road." Wang Tianshi was the only one left in the waste stone field that quieted down in an instant.
Chapter completed!