Chapter 157 Spy

After leaving the gate, the Taoist priest in white turned around and slipped into Gong's mansion through the side door. For him, this mortal door can't stop him at all.

He hid his body and walked in Gongfu. The Taoist priest in white looked at everything that was normal in front of him and couldn't help but be a little suspicious of his judgment. Although he knew that Zhou Nianjun's last breath had disappeared in Gong's house, he was not sure whether he would leave here again in the end.

When he walked into the back garden, he finally keenly noticed something was wrong. In the seemingly ordinary garden, an overlapping array is set up to build an isolated space.

"It seems a little difficult to go in quietly." Although he said so, the Taoist priest in white did not stop at all and stepped straight into the formation.

After passing through a thin layer of clouds, the Taoist priest in white stood in a garden that was the same as what he had seen before, but he knew that this was indeed a space composed of another formation. This gives him an unimaginable familiar feeling and makes him narrow his eyes.

"Fight to Yunyuan!" Finally, he remembered where this inexplicable familiarity came from. All the array layouts here are too similar to the original arrays of Yunyuan, especially under the Yunyan Waterfall.

After taking a few steps to confirm that he would not touch any hidden eyes, the Taoist priest in white walked in one direction at ease. Soon, he saw a cabin and the cring figure in the cabin.

Is there someone in the fantasy? He hesitated for a moment and was not sure whether to go there or not. At this moment, the rickeose back suddenly exuded a strong momentum and pushed straight in his direction.

If you are an ordinary person, this momentum will have no impact on the Taoist priest in white at all. But the breath accompanied by the momentum made the Taoist priest in white ripple in his heart.

"Jiu Deng...Brother?" How could the Jiudeng Taoist, who once fought wits and courage together, become so embarrassed in front of him?

The whole body was shocked, and the Jiudeng Taoist could hardly believe the sound he heard. He turned his face slowly. When he confirmed that the person in front of him was really a Taoist priest in white, he suddenly had a tearful impulse.

When he turned around and faced the Taoist priest in white, he also found that the Taoist priest in white seemed to be younger than a dozen years ago.

"Little brother, your cultivation is much more refined." He always remembers what the Taoist priest in white once said. His appearance is related to his cultivation. The deeper his cultivation, the younger his appearance will be.

The Taoist priest in white stepped forward and asked in surprise, "Brother Jiudeng, how did you become what you look like today?" The battle in the abyss that year should not have hurt Jiudeng Taoist to this extent.

"Ha ha, little brother, you have forgotten that what we have done is actually against the sky. It's not just that you resurrect the eldest princess of Xuanyuan, but I'm not fighting with the sky when I resurrect the first emperor of Xuanyuan. If it weren't for you and me, who could easily afford this kind of thing? He looked at his withered hands and smiled bitterly, "This appearance is just the lightest price."

The Taoist priest in white was about to move forward, but the Taoist priest Jiudeng raised his hand to stop him: "Don't come near me again. Here..." He didn't go on, but the signaling look revealed his mind.

The Taoist priest in white has long wondered why the Jiudeng Taoist did not leave the scope of the cabin. Now it seems that he should be trapped in the cabin by another person.

Although the cultivation of Jiudeng Taoist was greatly damaged by the failure to resurrect the First Emperor Xuanyuan, there are few people in the world who can trap him so easily.

He can't think of those masters who have achieved success in this Gong Mansion, and the only possibility he can think of is the last thing he wants to face.

"I know you don't want to believe it, but it's really me. Cough, long time no see, little brother. The cold and weak voice sounded behind the Taoist priest in white, and Gong Ziling stood there with a smiling expression on his face.

To be able to get so close to himself silently, this cognition made the Taoist priest in white suddenly nervous. Even from a long time ago, he knew that he could not be the opponent of the person in front of him...

"Long time no see, third brother. Or, you prefer me to call you 'His Majesty the First Emperor'." He raised his hand and saluted and looked at Gong Ziling, who covered his mouth with a veil and kept coughing.

Even if Gong Ziling shows a weak appearance, it is absolutely impossible for the Taoist priest in white to ignore his ability.

"Jiu Deng, you guessed it wrong." Gong Ziling passed the nervous Taoist priest in white carelessly and smiled and lifted the mask of the Taoist priest in white. "The little brother's cultivation is not profound. Your cultivation is damaged, and your vision is getting worse? I can't see that the little brother also lost a lot of cultivation because of the resurrection of my stubborn daughter!"

The Jiudeng Taoist immediately turned his stunned eyes to the Taoist priest in white, and the Taoist priest in white lowered his head.

What Gong Ziling said is the truth. His appearance is getting younger and younger, which is not because of the profound cultivation he said to the Jiudeng Taoist before. In fact, just as the Jiudeng Taoist paid the price and became a withered old man, the price paid by his Taoist priest in white is to become more and more small. If he goes at this speed, in a few years, his Taoist priest in white may disappear directly from the world.

Seeing his reaction, Jiudeng Taoist's eyes were also wet. I didn't expect that after fighting for so many years, they didn't know that the other party had paid such a huge price to continue. If they had known that the price the other party had paid was so huge, they might have stopped making an appointment.

"The unknown little brother is here today. I don't know what's going on?" Gong Ziling didn't notice that his unintentional words had caused such a huge wave in the hearts of the Taoist priest in Jiudeng and the Taoist priest in white, but looked at the Taoist priest in white with a smile.

"If I didn't expect it wrong, Zhou Nianjun should have been left here by you!" Inadvertently beating around the bush, the Taoist priest in white understood that no matter how many schemings there were, it would have no effect on Gong Ziling. "Since you have been resurrected, why..."

He suddenly stared at the speculation in his heart.

Gong Ziling shook his head and coughed twice and said, "Little brother, don't scare yourself. As you can see, my body is so weak now that I can't stand too many battles, so I can only let others help me. That child has a promising future. I just kindly guide him. Besides, isn't it interesting that father and son turn against each other?

It turned out that his good thinking was to let Zhou Nianjun deal with Zhou Chongxiao. He recognized that Zhou Chongxiao was absolutely reluctant to kill his son.

If it is Zhou Nianjun under normal circumstances, he naturally can't hurt Zhou Chongxiao, and he will even be captured by Zhou Chongxiao soon. But if the person standing behind Zhou Nianjun is Gong Ziling, the result will be completely different.

"You know that once Zhou Chongxiao dies, the princess..." The Taoist priest in white was so scared that he took a breath of cold breath by what he thought of, and he couldn't go on.

If Zhou Chongxiao dies, it is impossible for Xuanyuan Huaisheng to fully restore all his memory, and no one in the world can really stop Gong Ziling.

If you want to stop Taiweixing, you can only try your best to protect Ziweixing. And to save Purple Microstar, you need seven stars to work together...

Others don't know the status of Xuanyuan Huaisheng, but Gong Ziling is the clearest. If he tries his best to get rid of Xuanyuan Huaisheng, it means that Xuanyuan Huaisheng definitely plays a decisive role in this incident.

Thousands of years ago, the princess wanted to live, but thousands of years later, they wanted to kill the princess. This change of mentality made the Taoist priest in white suddenly understand the key.

" By the way, it seems that they have been suspecting that I am also one of the seven stars. Do you think I want to be the so-called seven stars?" Gong Ziling said jokingly.

When the Taoist priest in white and the Taoist Jiudeng heard this sentence, they suddenly felt cold on their backs, especially the Taoist priest in white turned pale.

It's just that it's too late. He found that he couldn't move.

Gong Ziling laughed and said, "Little brother, you know all about it. How can I let you inform? Just stay here and accompany Jiudeng!"

With that, the Taoist priest in white involuntarily rushed into the seemingly open cabin. As soon as he entered, the prohibition on his body was lifted. He turned around and wanted to rush back, but he found that the door that seemed to be in front of him could never be approached.

Gong Ziling is obviously very confident in the cabin she set up. As he coughed, he walked to Zhou Nianjun's position. He needs to start the second step of the plan.

Zhou Nianjun in the garden has gradually calmed down after such a long time. The two girls trapped him just gently grabbed his arm, but they did not completely relax their vigilance. The smiling cute face made people unable to see that they were just props that recognized the order.

"Can you finally hear me?" Seeing Zhou Nianjun's embarrassed expression on his face with satisfaction, Gong Ziling smiled deeper at the corners of his lips, "Do you think you can win if you rush out like this?"

How high is Zhou Chongxiao's cultivation? Doesn't Zhou Nianjun, as a son of man, have a specific impression? He lowered his head slightly, but immediately raised it again.

"Can you help me?" His tone was so firm and his eyes were full of confidence. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have brought me here on purpose."

"It's easy to talk to smart people. Cough..." Gong Ziling motioned the two little girl to let go of Zhou Nianjun's hand and sat on the side of the stone table.

Zhou Nianjun was stunned for a moment and walked over and sat next to him.

"I really can't help you." As soon as Gong Ziling's words fell, Zhou Nianjun jumped up as if he had been stabbed. Gong Ziling pressed his hand and asked him to sit down again. "The only person who can help you is yourself. Well, I'm just pulling you."

When Zhou Nianjun heard his promise, he sat in the chair at ease to see how Gong Ziling would help him.

"Do you still remember Wen Ting's sister? It's Wen Min, who likes dancing knives. Gong Ziling coughed heavily. When he put down the silk that covered his mouth, Zhou Nianjun saw that it was obviously stained with bright red blood. But Gong Ziling didn't see it at all. He just asked the girl to change a silk silk and continued to say, "As long as you help me bring her into the palace, I will help you deal with your enemies."