Demonic Sect Practice, I Can Erase Negative Affects Chapter 122 Misleading

"Can there be a hundred years of resentment for sale?"

The stall owner heard the words and looked up, and found that the other party exuded a cold aura belonging to the Yinyue Sect, thought for a while and said.

"I killed a demon cultivator some time ago, and there happened to be a bottle of century-old joy and dissatisfaction in his storage bag. I wonder if you need it?"

The joy and resentment in his mouth refers to the resentment generated under great joy and great sorrow.

For example, on the day of a big wedding, when it was a happy occasion, he was brutally killed.

"I want it, how many spirit stones?" Zhang Chen nodded.

"Thirty spirit stones."

Not many people in Zhengdao Territory bought the resentment, and they mistook Zhang Chen as a disciple of the Silver Moon Sect, so they didn't charge too high a price.

"Okay." Zhang Chen readily took out the spirit stone from the storage bag.

Seeing the Lingshi, the stall owner smiled and took out a bottle containing resentment: "Friend Daoist, this is the resentment you want."

Zhang Chen took the bottle and released his divine sense to verify the authenticity.

When the spiritual thoughts entered the bottle, Zhang Chen seemed to have come to a wedding room.

With red curtains, red candles, and big happy characters, the entire wedding room is shrouded in ambiguous red.

A curvaceous bride in a wedding gown and covered with a red hijab sat on the bed, as if waiting for him to lift her hijab.

There is a festive suona sound in my ears, as if many people are congratulating and laughing, it is very festive.

The flame swayed, the red candle burned surprisingly fast, and a large amount of wax oil slid down the candle body.

At this moment, the tone suddenly changed, joy turned into mourning, and congratulations turned into screams.

It seems that the wedding happened by accident!

At the same time, the scene in the room also changed.

Xizi became dripping with blood, bleeding continuously.

The red mantle kept dripping blood as if it had been soaked in blood.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..."

At some point, the ground was flooded with blood.

It turned out that the melted wax oil had turned into **** water, and the red candle was like a fountain of blood, continuously gushing out blood.

The bride, who had been sitting upright on the bed, also moved.

She slowly raised her hand and lifted the red hijab, revealing a rotten, riddled, maggot-covered face, with a pungent stench spreading.

The only thing that is intact is the pair of eyes.

She stared at Zhang Chen, full of resentment, as if Zhang Chen was the culprit of all this.

Zhang Chen calmly withdrew his spiritual thoughts, without being affected at all: "It is indeed a century-old joy and resentment. I don't know where I can buy other grievances? I can pay Lingshi to buy news."

The stall owner was moved: "I have a good friend, and he may still have a hundred years of grievances."

"The century-old resentment in my friend's hands was also obtained by killing Moxiu." The stall owner explained after finishing speaking.

In order to obtain resentment, some demon cultivators will use means to create an environment and torture mortals. It is forbidden for monks to cultivate resentment in the territory of righteousness. Zhang Chen has the breath of Yinyuezong, so the stall owner will explain it specially.

Zhang Chen didn't care and said, "Where is You's friend?"

"It's in Fangshi, a hundred feet further along this road, there is a stall selling Lingzhi."

"Thank you fellow daoist, I will thank you fellow daoist after I have purchased the resentment."

"Fellow Daoist, you are welcome."

In the end, Zhang Chen wandered around Fangshi and only got five kinds of grievances, four more.

However, there is more than one market in the territory of Yinyuezong, so Zhang Chen decided to visit other markets.

At night, at the Yinyue Temple outside the city of Kang, four personal descendants of the Yinyue Sect chanted mantras to the full moon in the sky.

"The canopy of the sun, the gate of the earth and the sky, with great light, is unpredictable, and with the moon as a mirror, there is nothing to hide!"

After chanting the spell, the four people's mana surged, and they pointed at the bright moon.

"Moon Mirror Technique!"

The moon in the sky seemed to become brighter, and a beam of light condensed by the moonlight shone down and landed in front of the four of them.

Immediately afterwards, the beam of light twisted and turned into an ice mirror.

One of them nodded his forehead, and cast a ray of divine thought towards Bing Jing.

This ray of divine thought contained the appearance of the person he was looking for.

As long as this person is under the moonlight, he will be shown by the ice mirror, even if his appearance is changed, it will be useless.

The premise is that this appearance is the real appearance.

But after ten breaths, Bing Jing remained unchanged, and the four of them frowned: "Either this person is in a place where the moonlight cannot reach, or the appearance shown by the life lamp is fake."

"Then what do we do next?"

"Other than knowing that the other party is a disciple of the Blood God Sect and has many blood **** sons, we don't know anything else. From my point of view, we should first go to the nearby market and ask if there are any monks who know something."

"good."

The four of them turned into white light and flew towards the nearest Fangshi.

At this time, Zhang Chen had already left the original Fangshi and was on his way to another Fangshi.

In the second square city, it was hard to find someone to vent their grievances, but it was repeated.

After searching for a long time, I only got two kinds of grievances, so I could only continue to the last Fangshi in the territory of Yinyuezong.

It took 20 days and three square trips before Zhang Chen collected nine kinds of grievances.

It is too difficult to buy magical materials in Zhengdaofang City. Even if some people have them, they dare not sell them for fear of being suspected of being demonic cultivators.

Just as Zhang Chen was about to leave Fangshi and return to the Blood God Sect, a voice sounded.

"This junior, please stay!"

Zhang Chen turned around and saw that they were four Yinyue Sect disciples from the ninth floor of foundation building~lightnovelpub.net~ Four senior brothers, what's the matter? "Zhang Chen remained calm and respectful.

"The four of us have just arrived in Fangshi. I don't know if the younger brother has seen or heard of a suspicious person suspected of being a demon cultivator recently?"

Zhang Chen shook his head: "Junior brother never saw it."

"Still not?" The four were a little disappointed.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Chen asked worriedly, "Brother, what happened?"

One of them nodded: "Twenty years ago, a demon cultivator from the Blood God Sect killed a fellow sect, and we are looking for his whereabouts."

"The devil cultivator of the Blood God Sect is really abominable, senior brother, please let me be with you!" Zhang Chen was filled with righteous indignation, showing great anger.

The other party shook his head: "Junior brother is interested, but your cultivation base is too low. Judging from the number of blood **** sons of the other party, there are at least nine foundation building floors. Not only will you not be able to help us, but you will also distract us."

Unwilling, angry, and helpless, Zhang Chen's expression changed, and then he said firmly: "I will work hard to practice, and sooner or later, I will destroy the Blood God Sect and avenge my dead brother!"

"Junior brother has a heart, but let this matter be left to the senior brothers. You have to be more careful when you go out. It is best not to leave Fangshi recently." The other party said gratified.

"Yes, senior brother." Zhang Chen nodded cooperatively.

"Okay, let's go." The four turned and left.

Zhang Chen watched the four walk away with admiration.

After the figures of the four were no longer in sight, Zhang Chen turned and left, as if he was in a hurry to practice.

He who has obtained the memory of the master, whether it is the way of speaking or the expression, behaves like a person in the righteous way, with almost no flaws.

Even if the other party is suspicious and asks about his identity, Zhang Chen can still answer fluently.