Chapter 160 Three Thousand Articles
After taking out several Qi-moving pills and taking them, after adjusting his breathing for a moment, Xu Disheng walked to the edge of the platform and looked at the real scene under the mountain platform.
Those ghost-level ghosts were either annihilated by the aftermath, or had already fled without a trace, while the clouds and mist below the mountain peak were still the same as the scene in the previous illusion.
Although many ghosts raised by the Zhao family escaped, they were all just fierce ghost-level ghosts. Zhao Yan and the three evil ghost-level ghosts in the Daoji realm were all dead, so in the Zhao realm...
Xu Disheng took out the jade slip of affairs again, and the three small words "Three Thousand Articles" engraved in the corner became more dazzling.
Putting the crossing wooden boat into the Yin-Yang Diagram, Xu Disheng took out the magic weapon-breaking sword that was awarded in the competition, stepped on it, flew down the mountain peak, submerged into the misty clouds, and headed towards the previous memory. Go in the direction of Zhaojia's ancestral city.
Since it is an illusion, it should be based on the actual scenes of Zhao Jing, so it should not be much different from the real Zhao Jing.
Sure enough, after walking for dozens of miles, the gradually bustling and noisy town came into view. Even further away, there was a gorgeous palace that was exactly the same as the scene in the fantasy world, with endless pavilions.
With a chuckle, Xu Disheng lowered his speed while driving the sword light, and carefully observed the people coming and going in the town.
Sure enough, less than half of them were ghosts, but many human beings among them didn't take it seriously. There were even many people who walked together with ghosts and were very close to them.
This Zhao Jing is really special.
At the ancestral city of Zhao State, the spell-breaking sword slashed down brilliantly, directly splitting the palace mask in the middle of the ancestral city. The young man, wearing a black Taoist robe, stepped down under the sword light and said, "Where are the people of the Zhao family?"
The soul-suppressing robe had already been completely broken, so Xu Disheng took out a set of ordinary spiritual weapon robes from the storage ring and put them on temporarily.
Although Zhao Jingyuan and several others are dead, these ordinary Zhao family members and the ghosts they raised may not all know about this. And most of the ghosts who participated in the ambush and murder of Xu Disheng are dead, and the only dozen or so remaining ones have no clue at this moment. They dare not show up, and even if the people left in Zhaojing's ancestral city have no idea about the ambush, it is not unusual.
"Who are you? You broke into the ancestral city without permission!" Several direct descendants of the Zhao family flew out of the palaces around the main palace. Behind these people were followed by one or several ghosts, looking evil.
"I am the general disciple of the secret realm of the Wenyuan Mountain Affairs Hall of the Holy Sect," Xu Disheng took out the walking token and waved it, "I came here to collect the tribute from Master Jianmu."
The expression of one of the leading Zhao family members changed, as if he knew something and was a little hesitant.
"Is he really a general disciple from the Holy Sect?" This direct descendant of the Zhao family hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "But no one from the Holy Sect has been here in Zhaojing for a long time. Only people from my Zhao family often come and go. As for My ancestors have mentioned the tribute from Master Jianmu before."
"Where?"
"This... our ancestors have important things to do when they go out. Let's wait until our ancestors come back." This direct descendant of the Zhao family is not stupid. Zhao Jing has not seen anyone from the Holy Sect for a long time. Although Xu Disheng's identity cannot be confirmed at this time, However, the magic weapon under his body was the Magic Breaking Sword, so we could only hold him back until Zhao Jingyuan and others came back before making any decisions.
Zhao Jingyuan was originally a direct descendant of the Zhao family, and he was once an elite disciple of the fifth-level spiritual root. However, he died tragically in an accident a long time ago, and his soul was taken back to the Zhao family and refined into a ghost. From then on, he lived as a ghost and took charge of the Zhao Kingdom for the Zhao family. Because of his high seniority and strength, the general direct descendants of the Zhao family called him Ancestors.
But he doesn't know yet that their 'ancestor' Zhao Jingyuan has been completely wiped out of his mind and imprisoned in the Xuanhuang Tower of Heaven and Earth. He has lost the qualifications for reincarnation and can only be reduced to a nutrient being suppressed by Xu Disheng. The soul evil ghost just absorbs it.
"Huh? If it delays the execution of my duties, can you afford it?" Xu Disheng urged the spell-breaking sword, and several killing sword lights emerged, hovering in front of him, as if they were about to strike at the next moment. These people from the Zhao family.
"Tongshi, this..." Several direct descendants of the Zhao family felt the fierce killing aura on this magic weapon, and their expressions changed drastically.
"Tongshi, my predecessor did prepare some symbolic tributes, but the quantity is a bit insufficient." The direct descendant of the Zhao family who spoke first was pointed at three sword lights at the same time. He was under the greatest pressure, and finally he was the first to speak. mouth.
"Symbolic?" Xu Disheng thought for a moment and figured out the whole story.
In their plan, they would definitely die within the Zhao realm, and there would never be any accidents. Of course, the task I took on, which I don't know whether it is true or not, will not be completed and will definitely be counted as a failure.
But no matter whether this matter is true or false, he needs to complete it before leaving the Zhao realm and entering the Shangqing Holy Sect.
, it’s easy to tell one or two.
"Get them all."
"Yes, Lord Tongshi." The direct descendant of the Zhao family obviously had a high status. Seeing Xu Disheng still pointing several sword lights at him at this moment, his face became paler, and he even used an honorific title for him.
"Go quickly and get the tribute from Master Jianmu!"
"Yes, Mr. Zhao."
A moment later, someone took out a wooden storage box from the palace. It was the same as the scene in the previous illusion, but it lacked the extremely deadly and dangerous atmosphere.
Taking the wooden storage box, Xu Disheng gently opened it, and there were more than a thousand mortal souls lined up quietly inside. All of them had been wiped out and were floating aimlessly in it.
"Master Jianmu needs three thousand living souls, and these are not enough." Xu Disheng closed the wooden box and said calmly.
Mr. Zhao's face changed and he said: "Master Tongshi, there is really nothing we can do about this matter. To capture mortals and ingest living souls, we need the approval of our ancestors."
Obviously, he wanted to wait until Zhao Jingyuan and others returned before making any further comments.
"In that case..." The brilliant sword light on the spell-breaking sword became even brighter, "then there is no point in waiting."
The sword light lifted up and instantly killed several people from the Zhao family around him.
The expressions of the remaining people changed drastically. Under the suppression of the magic weapon, they didn't even think about resisting. They all tried their best to control the magic weapon and tried to escape.
The demon-slaying array appeared in front of itself, suppressing all the direct descendants of the Zhao family in the Qi Sea realm and the ghosts in the Li Gui realm. The four-color sword light went back and forth several times, but there was no longer a living creature in the array.
Strangely, the wooden storage box in his hand exudes a powerful suction force, sucking in all the souls of those who have just died and want to be reincarnated, slowly grinding away their consciousness and turning them into the wooden box. An ordinary living soul.
However, these newly generated souls were not mortals after all. Although their sanity was drained, their ferocious nature was revealed, and they swallowed up dozens of souls in every direction in the blink of an eye.
He frowned, casually summoning the head of the Soul-Suppressing Evil Ghost, and sucked in the dozens of souls that were being devoured everywhere. Looking at the wooden box again, there were only more than a thousand mortal souls left.
Perhaps what Master Jianmu wants is just the soul of a mortal.
Xu Disheng stepped into the sky with the spell-breaking sword, looked towards the bustling town farther away, and narrowed his eyes.