Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 762: Zhang Boduan, an old man from the Northern Song Dynasty, has he ever seen the power of heavy artillery?

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm also a wild person and don't know the rules. Since I've mistakenly entered your dojo, I'll just leave."

Although he understood that the "Zhang Boduan" in front of him was telling the truth, He Songling still did not intend to trust him, and there was really no need to communicate with him.

How to become an immortal? He Songling has already found the way. How to use immortality? With the power of creation, He Songling will definitely be higher than Zhang Boduan in terms of achievements and strength in the future.

"Fellow Daoist, you have not yet become an immortal." Zhang Boduan glanced at He Songling, and his body, which was at the fifth level of rebirth, instantly turned into mist.

"you wanna die."

It is a taboo for extraordinary people to casually spy on the details of people's qi. These gods were not born as immortals. Before they became immortals, they were all extraordinary people. Even if what he saw was just a memory of Zhang Boduan, He Songling didn't believe that he didn't know this.

Especially now, Lu Huizhong is behind me.

He Songling immediately raised his hand and fired two shells at the Qi Bureau of the Twenty-Four Section Valley.

"Boom!"

The two huge explosions and tremors made the ten people in Jiuqu Panhuan Cave feel as if the entire Qinling Mountains were collapsing. Fortunately, they were all powerful and had the good doctor Duanmu Ying, otherwise they would have been killed on the spot or seriously injured.

The beam of light that served as the carrier was swinging violently and uncontrollably, and even the figure of the old man in the air was flickering as if the signal was bad.

"Sure enough, cannons are still more useful."

This is just relying on the deep valley and cave that Zhang Boduan has made here. If they really face each other and get hit by two shells, even if he is a god, Zhang Boduan can't stand up. What about the Southern School of Alchemy? Just see if he can withstand the bombardment.

Zhang Boduan's memory in midair flickered for a long time before he barely settled down. This was normal. This was not like two armies facing each other. In the face of artillery fire, they could move and fight back except for the simple trenches. Zhang Boduan was just a top-level memory. If he was bombed, he would only take full damage.

Even though the Jiuqupanhuan Cave is very deep, no less deep than an air-raid shelter, it is still uncomfortable.

"Bu'er, fellow Taoist, why are you so irritable?" Zhang Boduan reappeared in the dimmed light column with a dusty face. Although it was just a memory, his eyes seemed to be filled with fear when he looked at He Songling.

He is an old man from the Northern Song Dynasty. How could he have seen what heavy artillery is?
"I mean I will disappear sooner or later, especially after they come in. I think this Dao rhyme or memory will end here. Since you are here and you haven't become an immortal yet, I can help you."

"That's not necessary." He Songling still refused. Who needs your thing? I have other options. But if I fall into your trap, I can't say whether I will be slaughtered or not.

After all, as Zhang Boduan said, he is not a god yet. Even if there is a trace of memory left by the gods, it is hard to say whether he can escape and ascend to heaven.

Another thing is, even if he is the famous Southern School Alchemy Patriarch in history, can't he be a sinister person? What if this old guy has studied some method of reincarnation and takes over another body and reincarnates? What should I do then?
"That's not the case. Alas, what's wrong with the young people nowadays." Zhang Boduan was, after all, a serious old man from the Northern Song Dynasty. He had no idea how dirty the heart of He Songling, who grew up reading fantasy novels, was. He didn't understand why He Songling still doubted him even though he was clearly offering his services with good intentions.

Because in their time, there really was no such thing as the art of possessing a body. Besides, even if there was a way to possess a body, who could possess a person with an immortal body and an innate divine soul?
God, Taishang Laojun, Tathagata Buddha, Anla, Odin, Zeus, six together might be able to do it, and then what, six people working together to enter the body of one person?

Zhang Boduan did have good intentions, but he also knew that if he suddenly appeared and said he wanted to give someone a chance to become an immortal, no one would believe him.

So he released the beam of light, shining it on a wisp of mist floating towards He Songling.

"This is the key to my Dao Yun gathering. I see that your soul and body are separated. This will save trouble. If you feel something is wrong, as long as you move your mind or fingers, I will naturally dissipate completely. Are you willing to talk about this, fellow Daoist?"

"Then you have to say this..."

He Songling used his innate Qi to grab the Qi that Zhang Boduan released. He found that it was really like this. He didn't even want to destroy it. If he held it a little harder, the light column and the memory would become unstable. It was absolutely true. After all, He Songling was half a god, so he had some confidence.

"How about this, you stay here and don't move. I'll be back soon."

He Songling played an ethical joke that Lao Deng of the Northern Song Dynasty did not understand. He left one arm behind to control the core of Zhang Boduan's memory in mid-air, then pulled Lu Huizhong and jumped into the time house and quickly escaped.

After a while, he arrived at the Tang Sect, washed off the Qi on his body, and then disappeared into the void again.

So back and forth.

He Songling took Lu Huizhong around half of the world and visited all the places he was familiar with. Finally, he brought Lu Huizhong to Trinity Gate and brought her in front of Si Chong.

"Uncle Master, I'll leave my wife to you."

"No?" Si Chong looked confused: "If you want to introduce me to a partner, you should introduce someone who is single. You two want to get a divorce?"

"Go, go, go." He Songling looked down at Bi Chong and said contemptuously, "With your personality, it's no wonder you will never grow taller in this life."

"Do you believe me if I hit you?" Si Chong's face turned red immediately, and he said something like "People who practice Taoism don't care about height" and "Short is not short", which made the six people in the Presbyterian Church very happy.

After He Songling finished laughing, his face returned to seriousness. "Uncle Master, this is not a lie. You have to take good care of my wife. Why don't you entrust her to Lao Zuo? Yes, he won't live for many years, but it has nothing to do with this. I'm just saying this, if you see that the situation is not good, just open fire and fire. No matter who it is, kill him first."

"What's going on?" He Songling's words made Si Chong and the others serious: "Did you offend the devils? This shouldn't happen. You haven't been on the front line for a long time. Besides, didn't you say that the devils were almost finished?"

"Not the devils. Gods." He Songling nodded in response to everyone's inquiring and puzzled gazes: "Yes, the kind you think of."

"You are really capable. You can even provoke gods." Si Chong's mouth twitched. "Are you sure we have a chance to shoot him if he comes?"

"If we can open it, we can open it. Disperse the siege. There will always be someone who can open it." He Songling's eyes were full of determination. "If it doesn't work, blow up the mountain gate."

(End of this chapter)