Fu Canglu

Chapter 424

What kind of state will a great master be in after his soul has been seriously injured?
The Qin Lord of the Qin Mansion back then, Shifu Dashi’s top ten super practitioners in the world, after fighting with the first generation of Fengxue Yincheng City Lord in the Zi Mansion, the soul of the Zi Mansion was shattered, and his cultivation base was broken. The fall continued, and even the entire Qin Mansion fell for 100 years.

After the chess master was promoted to the realm of the grand master, his spirit was seriously injured, and he closed his cave after that.

No one knows what kind of state this Grand Master of the South China Sea is in.

But now, the stele of Liuxian has been born, and the cave of the chess master is still dead.

Zhong Er, who looks like a "chess master" himself, is standing in the center of the altar. The source of his soul power is almost the same as that of the master chess master, but his body is not in an stable state.

Who is Zhong Er?

It is the rarest part of the world.

Similar to Xuan Shangyu, the master of Zishan in the Northern Wei Dynasty, he practiced the world's lowest-ranked exercises.

The art of manipulation.

Wire Puppet.

No one knows why the chess master didn't speak.

But everyone knows what it means for him to stand here now.

"You guys are indeed sharp-eyed."

The young second master of the Zhong family looked at the various forces on the top of Fufeng Mountain that have not yet entered the gate of the immortal stele, and said with a smile: "I see some clues."

General Jian and old man Yu Gong stood in front of the Qi, Liang and Northern Wei camps, with about a dozen people behind them. Their faces were as calm as water, and they looked at this "fake tiger pretending to be mighty" chess master.

The quacks accounted for a small part of the number of listeners in Fufeng Mountain. Even if they entered the gate of the immortal stele, there were more than half a hundred people left on the field.

Master Jian said with a slightly cold voice, "Is this how Nanhai treats guests?"

Zhong Er smiled and shook his head: "This is not the way of hospitality in Nanhai."

The old man Yu Gong put his sleeves together, with self-deprecating eyebrows and eyes, his voice was high-pitched but not harsh, and he said softly: "Young master of the Zhong family, don't come here without any harm, you cheated me in Beiyuan back then, and now you want to do it again in Nanhai." Enact a good show?"

Zhong Er chuckled, glanced at Xiaotao, the son of the Buddhist camp, and said calmly, "It was the same back then as it is today, but it's very different."

Tao Wuyou had a cold expression on his face at this moment, staring at this senior brother from Nanhai who had a very good temper and obeyed his words.

She had thought that Master's condition was extremely bad, maybe he had been taken away.

But he didn't think that the plan he set up was to invite the master to see all sentient beings, which made the master's soul hurt, and in the end it turned out to be a traitor in the South Sea Gate.

Now that Zhong Er has cut off the connection with his own mind power, the soul power emitted from his body is exactly the same as the master's fluctuations, clearly stealing the great good fortune.

With no expression on his face, Zhong Er said softly: "You all wish you could kill me, so that you can vent your anger quickly?"

Jian Zhaoxin didn't do anything, but said coldly: "There are several monsters present, how can it be your turn to be presumptuous?"

Zhong Er laughed after hearing the words.

He first stretched out his finger and pointed to Xi Yao who was sitting cross-legged on the boulder in the distance, then pointed at Dong Jun in the air, moved slowly, and moved to Yi Xiao.

"Three monsters."

Zhong held Ye Shisan's Daoist robe by the back collar in his second hand, and his eyes flicked unscrupulously over Qingshi and his senior brother without stopping.

He looked at Yi Xiao, and said with a frivolous smile, "It's just three monsters. The Bodhisattva of Buddhism was seriously injured by the senior brother, the senior brother was severely injured by you, and the master was seriously injured by the junior sister. "

Speaking of this, the anger in Young Master Xiao Tao's eyes became even more intense.

Zhong Er raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Ping saves a lot of trouble."

"Among the South China Sea, Wu Jinhan, who ranks first in terms of combat power, can be considered a quasi-monster, but the Taoist disciples in the South China Sea are now locked up in their respective caves, and that peacock is no exception." Zhong Er stood on the spot, holding Ye Shisan in one hand, and slowly lowered the back with the other, with a hint of mockery in his tone: "Over the years, when has Nanhai been so weak?"

Saying this sentence, it doesn't seem like it's being said to the young master Xiaotao or Ye Shisan.

Yi Xiao narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking about Zhong Er's words.

Following Zhong Er's words, the entire area of ​​Fufeng Mountain fell, and the wind began to blow slowly.

It wasn't a sudden strong wind, but on the top of the mountain, without affecting everyone's hearing and vision, countless winds swirled around the mountain.

Master Jian still looked calm, and asked calmly: "Zhong Er, why are you doing this?"

Zhong Er smiled and did not answer.

He stands in the center of the Taoist altar, in the center of all directions, and those who are qualified to speak to him are all first-class big shots in the world.

Zhong Er has been paying attention to the expressions in everyone's eyes. Every expression and every mood swing of everyone is under his eyes.

In Xiguan, Qiliang, Northern Wei, and Jiang Ren who kept silent, the rest of the leaders seem to be very curious about this question.

The look in their eyes made Zhong Er feel a little surprised.

Some couldn't help but laugh.

No matter whether it's General Jian or Old Man Yu, there doesn't seem to be a trace of panic in their eyes, but they are calm.

In the eyes, there is even more meaning of wanting to seek the truth.

Zhong Er couldn't restrain his smile.

He shook his head with some confusion, and pointed to the gate of vitality that was now slowly closing, the tragedy inside the gate was unknown.

The master of the rivers and lakes who recklessly broke into the door is probably a foregone conclusion.

"Can't you see it?"

"I want to kill them."

"Not because they entered the door, but because they were among you."

"So I want to kill all of you."

Zhong Er paused, then asked with a bright smile: "Everyone here, why do you think you can walk out of the South China Sea alive?"

A word fell.

The cool sound of drawing a sword out of its sheath slowly sounded from the altar.

There were sounds of swords being unsheathed one after another.

They are all ninth-rank masters, and they are all unsheathed vitality.

In Xiguan, where no words have been spoken, the voice of a Qing Confucian man rang out.

"Zhong Er, I've heard that name before."

The person who spoke was a young man with some wind and frost between his brows and eyes, whose face had just faded from innocence. He had the qualities of a Confucian general and the quality of a sword.

Jiang Qingyi was calm and relaxed, sitting in the corner of the Xiguan camp in Fufeng Mountain, with his green robe blown off, he sat under him, and beside him was a thin swordsman wearing a black hat, standing with his sword in his arms.

The distance between the two is not more than a foot, but their aura blends together, just like heaven, like a pair of sword walls behind the jade, the sword air flows between each other, communicating with each other.

Jiang Qingyi leaned against a rough sword box on his back, and Ren Pingsheng took out the nine hates in the sword box, hugged his chest, inserted the empty sword box into the ground, and made a backrest.

No swordsman will use the sword box like this.

To a swordsman, a sword is more precious than life.

But the sword box is different from the sword, it is a thing that sacrifices the sharpness of the body.

The most important thing in Ren Ping's life is the sword.

The heaviest thing in this life is not the sword.

Jiang Qingyi spoke softly at this moment, and the voice was not loud: "I heard that the second master of the Zhong family is proficient in the way of puppets, and only sacred places with rich heritage have classics on this one. Even the libraries of Qi Liang and the Northern Wei Dynasty can find exercises Most of them are unable to cultivate, and it is difficult to enter the hall."

The governor of Xiguan came to South China Sea with the invitation, in fact, he wanted to see if there would be that young counselor of Lanling City from Qiliang who was as famous as himself in this holy meeting.

Nan Qi forgives Bei Qingyi.

Jiang Qingyi was in a slump, and after meeting a few "old acquaintances" as expected, he had completely lost interest in this holy meeting.

He has advanced very fast in cultivation now, but he is still a long way from the ninth rank.

He couldn't make it to the hall of good fortune of the South Sea Holy Association, let alone compete with these first-rate geniuses.

Bringing the mainstay of Xiguan's future appointed by Yuan Sizhi Misty Po, Jiang Qingyi's purpose of coming here is actually just to meet Qi Shu who is now in full swing.

It's a pity that Qi Liang attended the meeting was the great general Jian. Jiang Qingyi knew that this general was also a powerful character, but he couldn't show the slightest sympathy for each other.

Similar to the old man Yu Gong from the palace meeting, the two of them carried the decayed atmosphere of the old era.

If there is a real fight, Xiguan is undoubtedly the weakest of all the camps present.

Chess Palace and Buddhist Gate have evildoers sitting in their towns.

Qi Liang and the Northern Wei Dynasty are too profound.

Even if Ren Pingsheng could heal General Jian and Old Man Yugong with one sword, he would not be able to get out of the sheath in front of Xi Yao and Qingshi.

So Jiang Qingyi only has one wish.

May this South China Sea Holy Meeting be safe and sound.

The most common thing in the world.

It just backfired.

Jiang Qingyi only hated that he didn't want the Nanhai Holy Association to cause chaos.

He looked at Zhong Er, and Ren Pingsheng beside him transmitted sound through his vitality, and after repeated repetitions, he truly confirmed that this "traitor" from the South China Sea was only the cultivation base of an ordinary ninth-rank practitioner.

Jiang Qingyi didn't understand that this "humble" young second master of the Zhong family had cheated the reckless people in Jianghu by pulling a piece of giant tiger skin personally handed by the chess master before, why would he still want to hide it from three people now? An evildoer with the eyes of nearly a hundred ninth-rank masters?

Jiang Qingyi made a very simple movement.

A Jian Zhaoxin, Yang Yugong once thought about it, but he was secretly careful and did not dare to do it.

Jiang Qingyi flicked his fingers lightly.

Behind Ren Pingsheng's eyes, there was a slight and invisible gleam of light.

The two are almost on the same page.

Sitting cross-legged on a boulder not far away, Xiyao looked at the leader of the Xiguan Barrier who was the deadly enemy of his demon clan with great interest.

Ren Pingsheng, who had perfected the way of the sword, was bulging in his sleeves at this moment, his hands were loosened, and the Nine Hate held in his arms suddenly slid down, and when it was about to fall to the ground, Ren Pingsheng lifted his foot and stepped on the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, there was thunder on the ground.

The entire body of the Jiuhen sword was buried in the ground, leaving only the hilt outside.

There was no spider web on the ground.

An invisible sword energy rushed past in an instant, like thunder and cheetah.

His Highness, who was standing on the opposite side from Zhong Er, turned his head slightly at this moment with a calm expression.

So that sword energy whizzed past his cheek.

Ren Pingsheng stepped on the hilt of the sword domineeringly, and watched indifferently that the big head on the altar was blown by the sword energy, and even his whole body was blown away.

This body made purely of Yuanli is too fragile.

Zhong Er didn't even have time to express the slightest expression, and was directly shattered by this sword energy.

This is what Jiang Qingyi has been silent about, but wants to do.

General Jian and Old Man Yu lowered their eyebrows slightly, as if they were thinking about something.

Above the altar, there was a dead silence.

The young second master of the Zhong family, who had been talking nonsense before, was directly blown to pieces by Ren Pingsheng's sword energy.

There is no such thing.

The immortal stele above the sky is still looming in the clouds.

His Highness raised his head, as if he sensed something was wrong.

The moment Zhong Er was blasted by the "Sword Qi", the entire immortal monument seemed to be getting closer.

The clouds swirling around Fufeng Mountain dispersed in an instant.

Young master Xiaotao pushed the wheelchair by himself, came to Ye Shisan, and with some difficulty pulled his elder brother past him.

Yi Xiao turned her head slowly, and as expected, she saw the perplexed look in most people's eyes.

Some people's expressions began to become serious.

Some people are still confused about Zhong Er's "death".

After handing out that sword, Jiang Qingyi's complexion slowly became serious.

After thinking for a long time, Master Jian and the old man Yu Gong also became solemn.

The son, Xiaotao, couldn't stand up and could only sit in a wheelchair, supporting Ye Shisan with great difficulty.

Ye Shisan, whose cultivation base had fallen to the bottom, left only a breath of confidence, and said weakly, "You shouldn't have killed him."

Daotai coughed up a small mouthful of blood, ignoring the sticky blood stains on the skirt of his clothes.

He raised his head and looked at the immortal monument which was very close to the top of the mountain.

Clouds depress.

Press very close.

"Zhong Er's puppet technique is essentially a blindfold."

"A leaf can blind the eyes."

"It's okay to die."

Ye Shisan looked pale, stretched out a hand, propped up his body, and as expected sensed the fluctuation of the ground below him, and it was no longer the gas eye of Fufeng Mountain.

When did Zhong Er learn to do it himself?

Ye Shisan was a little perplexed, thinking that when he first met the four people from Shengdao, he ignored an inconspicuous existence.

Inside the Nanhai Division Gate, Zhong Er's puppets can be seen everywhere.

Naturally no one would care.

That's when he secretly learned his own great formation of the heavens, the art of moving mountains with vitality?
Ye Shisan's lips were slightly dry.

He raised his head, trying to figure out where this place is in the South China Sea.

watched for a long time.

can not tell.

As a result, Ye Shisan's complexion became even paler.

He understood what Zhong Er meant when he wanted to kill everyone, and how to do it.

Because of here
It is a wasteland.

(End of this chapter)