Chapter 191
The ghost of King Zhenxi
Chapter 191 The Ghost of Zhenxi King (Part [-])
In the first year of the Qiyuan calendar, April 24, night.
For many people in Shangyuan, this is an ordinary night from spring to summer.
But for many well-informed cultivators, it was a sleepless night.
Especially - for those who are qualified to know and explore the secrets of Qixiu Mountain in Jiangzhou.
This night was peaceful at first.
It's no different from any normal night.
But at a certain moment, in the restaurant under the name of Tongbao Pavilion - the brilliant light and the Tongtian sword energy suddenly collided, and the aftermath of the surging spiritual energy illuminated the whole world, and a terrifying turtle-shaped beast that shook the heavens and the earth could be faintly seen Roar and fight!
The majestic momentum like the vast sea enveloped the entire land of Jiangzhou.
The terrifying oppressive force as if falling from the sky, falling brilliantly, made many cultivators tremble.
And this time there was no warning of a big battle - everyone didn't even know who the two sides in the battle were and why they were fighting...
But maybe that's not that important.
What matters is the impact it has.
——Jiangzhou, where all forces gather, has maintained a long-standing delicate calm, and it seems that it is about to be broken with this sudden war.
Just when they thought so in their hearts, the mutation regenerated!
I saw a magnificent aura coming from a barren mountain in the north.
Immediately afterwards, a huge corpse of a strange beast appeared out of thin air, pressing the entire mountain range under it.
It is shaped like a turtle, with an ancient shell on its back, and it is extremely huge. Just lying there, its back seems to touch the majestic sky.
What was even more horrifying to the three of them was that its head was gone.
From the broken neck of the majestic corpse, flesh and blood were as golden as jade, and the golden red blood gushed down like molten iron, and it appeared on the depression in an instant to form a pool of blood.
In the pool of blood, there is a burst of strange fragrance coming with the mountain wind, smelling it will make people's blood surge and benefit endlessly.
In Qixiu New City, many cultivators looked at the direction of the dead beast, and their hearts were moved.
However, whenever they thought of the golden sword that had just fought against the terrifying turtle-shaped beast, they could only take back their steps abruptly.
——Although the blood and bones of the giant tortoise's corpse are treasures, they must be eaten with one's life.
The terrifying existence that controls the golden sword is not easy to see at first glance.
Therefore, most cultivators just stop and watch.
But there are still a small number of obsessed guys tentatively approaching the pool of blood.
——I can't wait to move the huge corpse, so it shouldn't hurt to take some scattered golden blood, right?
Anyway, practitioners, especially casual cultivators, are mostly quacks.
I am not afraid of risks, but I am afraid that there will be no benefits after the risks pass.
Although most cultivators would not recognize that it was the blood of Xuanwu, the general of the gods, but just the fragrance of precious treasures, they would rather let them be moved by the wind.
After a while, the first batch of cultivators arrived in front of the blood pool.
They first bowed to the unknown terrifying existence on the mountain, and then tentatively picked up a handful of golden blood.
Nothing happened.
As a result, more practitioners heard the news and joined in.
All of a sudden, under the entire barren mountain, there appeared a strange and enchanting scene—golden blood of the gods grew everywhere, and countless cultivators collected the miraculous blood essence like hungry wolves.
Each of them was dyed bright red, hideous like a ghost.
On the top of the mountain, next to the head of Xuanwu.
Looking at the scene below, Jiangnan looked at the still mighty head of Xuanwu, and muttered to himself,
"Xuan Hui, did you ever imagine such a scene when you were eating people?"
"Tit for tat, that's it."
No one responded.
After a while, the surrounding air became turbulent like water waves.
Figures in black robes appeared behind Jiangnan.
Among them, the first person saluted respectfully,
"Your Majesty, we are here under the order of Li Zun to fulfill the promise."
The voice of the black-robed leader was extremely respectful, with a hint of deep fear concealed faintly.
The ignorant casual practitioners at the foot of the mountain are fearless.
But they are different.
They came from Tianji Pavilion, and they were the secret guards directly under Li Qingyun's subordinates.
Therefore, the head of the dark guard had long known the identity and deeds of the young man in front of him who turned his back on them.
Even if you don't talk about the past, just talk about the recent ones - he has already beheaded the two generals of heaven and the gods of the four directions.
This kind of terrifying record is enough to leave a strong mark in the entire history of Shangyuan Jian.
Therefore, even as the head of the secret guard, his status is respected.
His attitude towards Jiangnan is also almost humble.
Jiang Nan glanced at him, "This king knows, I'll leave the funeral here to you."
Back then, he visited Li Qingyun as a squirrel, and after some discussion, he made a deal.
The content of the transaction is - Tongbao Pavilion under the jurisdiction of Your Excellency Tianji is responsible for setting up the platform, raising manpower, deploying the formation of binding gods, and helping Jiangnan kill Xuanwu generals.
And what they want is the entire body of Xuanwu.
Today, Xuanwu is dead.
Li Qingyun sent someone to collect the body of Xuanwu.
This is normal.
Hearing that Jiangnan did not change his mind due to the temptation of being a super general, the leader of the dark guards was relieved, and quickly thanked him respectfully.
But, until Jiangnan left.
It was only then that he suddenly realized that this king of Zhenxi had just claimed to be king.
Although the idea seems a little weird.
But in Tianji Pavilion's information on Jiangnan, although this person has many reputations, he doesn't like the officialdom.
Even if he is respected as the sword head of Jianlu, the king of Daxia Zhenxi.Most of the time, I just humbly address people as "I" and "I"...
But now, in front of everyone in Tianji Pavilion, he calls himself "the king"!
This discovery made the head of the dark guard froze.
originally.This is not a big problem, it is understood that the young prince occasionally wants to put on airs, which is also very common.
But the terrible thing is - now countless cultivators are gathered in Jiangzhou.
And Jiangzhou... is the fiefdom of King Daxia Zhenxi!
Although the news of King Zhenxi's death came out, Jiangzhou was actually a land of no man.
But in name, this place still belongs to Jiangnan.
At this critical time, Jiangnan's actions mean he wants to become the king of Jiangzhou? !
The head of the dark guard's thoughts turned sharply, the more he thought about it, the more chills he felt all over his body.
However, his subordinates quickly took action.
They formed a formation, and saw the space slowly swaying like water waves, bringing the huge Xuanwu corpse into the Xumi space.
Finally, the dark guard turned into a streamer and escaped.
On the barren hills, there is also peace.
As a result, many cultivators at the foot of the mountain understood one thing when they saw this—the great power on the top of the mountain should not look down on these scattered golden blood.
As a result, some hesitant cultivators also joined the ranks of rushing for the golden blood.
In the end, there were even some serious fights.
But compared to tonight's turmoil, it was nothing worth mentioning.
·
Until the sky is twilight, and the morning light breaks.
This turmoil slowly came to an end.
Jiangnan also returned to the new city, and found a random place to live after joining Nanhuai.
But this time, he didn't change his appearance, but it caused quite a commotion.
"Just now... I seem to have seen that... King Zhenxi..."
A young cultivator stood at the door of a restaurant, looking at the bustling crowd, hesitatingly said.
"Are you dazzled? Isn't that one already dead?" Beside him, his companion frowned and retorted.
"..."
Gradually, news spread one after another.
If one person said such a thing, no one would believe it, it would only be regarded as grandstanding or dazzled.
But the terrible thing is that the cultivators who claimed to have seen King Zhenxi appeared one after another!
This, however, made many cultivators unbearably suspicious—could it be that the ghost of King Zhenxi really came back?
For a while, there were even rumors spreading in Qixiu New City—it was said that King Zhenxi, who died under the God of Heaven, saw the influx of cultivators in his fief, and the situation was chaotic and the people were in dire straits.
So he felt resentful, turned into a ghost and wandered around the foot of Qixiu Mountain, dedicated to frightening those who came wantonly in Jiangzhou.
Many people believed in this weird rumor, but even more people didn't believe it.
Among them, there is a peerless Tianjiao King Jinwu who has been dusty in ancient times and has just woken up.
——Jiangzhou is already a land without an owner, no matter it is the King of Zhenxi and the King of Nan, a dragon or a snake, a human or a ghost, they all have to be controlled!
As soon as these words came out, some living cultivators who admired King Zhenxi were extremely dissatisfied.
In this way, the younger generation of Shangyuan and those ancient arrogances who turned out to be born in the past faintly confronted each other.
The original delicate balance of Qixiu New City is gradually disintegrating.
And following the death of the Xuanwu God General, the high-level leaders of the major forces also received some rumors, and an undercurrent surged.
In Jiangzhou, ghosts, ghosts and monsters gather together, each with a ghost.
The atmosphere became oppressive and frozen, like the calm before the storm.
(End of this chapter)
In the first year of the Qiyuan calendar, April 24, night.
For many people in Shangyuan, this is an ordinary night from spring to summer.
But for many well-informed cultivators, it was a sleepless night.
Especially - for those who are qualified to know and explore the secrets of Qixiu Mountain in Jiangzhou.
This night was peaceful at first.
It's no different from any normal night.
But at a certain moment, in the restaurant under the name of Tongbao Pavilion - the brilliant light and the Tongtian sword energy suddenly collided, and the aftermath of the surging spiritual energy illuminated the whole world, and a terrifying turtle-shaped beast that shook the heavens and the earth could be faintly seen Roar and fight!
The majestic momentum like the vast sea enveloped the entire land of Jiangzhou.
The terrifying oppressive force as if falling from the sky, falling brilliantly, made many cultivators tremble.
And this time there was no warning of a big battle - everyone didn't even know who the two sides in the battle were and why they were fighting...
But maybe that's not that important.
What matters is the impact it has.
——Jiangzhou, where all forces gather, has maintained a long-standing delicate calm, and it seems that it is about to be broken with this sudden war.
Just when they thought so in their hearts, the mutation regenerated!
I saw a magnificent aura coming from a barren mountain in the north.
Immediately afterwards, a huge corpse of a strange beast appeared out of thin air, pressing the entire mountain range under it.
It is shaped like a turtle, with an ancient shell on its back, and it is extremely huge. Just lying there, its back seems to touch the majestic sky.
What was even more horrifying to the three of them was that its head was gone.
From the broken neck of the majestic corpse, flesh and blood were as golden as jade, and the golden red blood gushed down like molten iron, and it appeared on the depression in an instant to form a pool of blood.
In the pool of blood, there is a burst of strange fragrance coming with the mountain wind, smelling it will make people's blood surge and benefit endlessly.
In Qixiu New City, many cultivators looked at the direction of the dead beast, and their hearts were moved.
However, whenever they thought of the golden sword that had just fought against the terrifying turtle-shaped beast, they could only take back their steps abruptly.
——Although the blood and bones of the giant tortoise's corpse are treasures, they must be eaten with one's life.
The terrifying existence that controls the golden sword is not easy to see at first glance.
Therefore, most cultivators just stop and watch.
But there are still a small number of obsessed guys tentatively approaching the pool of blood.
——I can't wait to move the huge corpse, so it shouldn't hurt to take some scattered golden blood, right?
Anyway, practitioners, especially casual cultivators, are mostly quacks.
I am not afraid of risks, but I am afraid that there will be no benefits after the risks pass.
Although most cultivators would not recognize that it was the blood of Xuanwu, the general of the gods, but just the fragrance of precious treasures, they would rather let them be moved by the wind.
After a while, the first batch of cultivators arrived in front of the blood pool.
They first bowed to the unknown terrifying existence on the mountain, and then tentatively picked up a handful of golden blood.
Nothing happened.
As a result, more practitioners heard the news and joined in.
All of a sudden, under the entire barren mountain, there appeared a strange and enchanting scene—golden blood of the gods grew everywhere, and countless cultivators collected the miraculous blood essence like hungry wolves.
Each of them was dyed bright red, hideous like a ghost.
On the top of the mountain, next to the head of Xuanwu.
Looking at the scene below, Jiangnan looked at the still mighty head of Xuanwu, and muttered to himself,
"Xuan Hui, did you ever imagine such a scene when you were eating people?"
"Tit for tat, that's it."
No one responded.
After a while, the surrounding air became turbulent like water waves.
Figures in black robes appeared behind Jiangnan.
Among them, the first person saluted respectfully,
"Your Majesty, we are here under the order of Li Zun to fulfill the promise."
The voice of the black-robed leader was extremely respectful, with a hint of deep fear concealed faintly.
The ignorant casual practitioners at the foot of the mountain are fearless.
But they are different.
They came from Tianji Pavilion, and they were the secret guards directly under Li Qingyun's subordinates.
Therefore, the head of the dark guard had long known the identity and deeds of the young man in front of him who turned his back on them.
Even if you don't talk about the past, just talk about the recent ones - he has already beheaded the two generals of heaven and the gods of the four directions.
This kind of terrifying record is enough to leave a strong mark in the entire history of Shangyuan Jian.
Therefore, even as the head of the secret guard, his status is respected.
His attitude towards Jiangnan is also almost humble.
Jiang Nan glanced at him, "This king knows, I'll leave the funeral here to you."
Back then, he visited Li Qingyun as a squirrel, and after some discussion, he made a deal.
The content of the transaction is - Tongbao Pavilion under the jurisdiction of Your Excellency Tianji is responsible for setting up the platform, raising manpower, deploying the formation of binding gods, and helping Jiangnan kill Xuanwu generals.
And what they want is the entire body of Xuanwu.
Today, Xuanwu is dead.
Li Qingyun sent someone to collect the body of Xuanwu.
This is normal.
Hearing that Jiangnan did not change his mind due to the temptation of being a super general, the leader of the dark guards was relieved, and quickly thanked him respectfully.
But, until Jiangnan left.
It was only then that he suddenly realized that this king of Zhenxi had just claimed to be king.
Although the idea seems a little weird.
But in Tianji Pavilion's information on Jiangnan, although this person has many reputations, he doesn't like the officialdom.
Even if he is respected as the sword head of Jianlu, the king of Daxia Zhenxi.Most of the time, I just humbly address people as "I" and "I"...
But now, in front of everyone in Tianji Pavilion, he calls himself "the king"!
This discovery made the head of the dark guard froze.
originally.This is not a big problem, it is understood that the young prince occasionally wants to put on airs, which is also very common.
But the terrible thing is - now countless cultivators are gathered in Jiangzhou.
And Jiangzhou... is the fiefdom of King Daxia Zhenxi!
Although the news of King Zhenxi's death came out, Jiangzhou was actually a land of no man.
But in name, this place still belongs to Jiangnan.
At this critical time, Jiangnan's actions mean he wants to become the king of Jiangzhou? !
The head of the dark guard's thoughts turned sharply, the more he thought about it, the more chills he felt all over his body.
However, his subordinates quickly took action.
They formed a formation, and saw the space slowly swaying like water waves, bringing the huge Xuanwu corpse into the Xumi space.
Finally, the dark guard turned into a streamer and escaped.
On the barren hills, there is also peace.
As a result, many cultivators at the foot of the mountain understood one thing when they saw this—the great power on the top of the mountain should not look down on these scattered golden blood.
As a result, some hesitant cultivators also joined the ranks of rushing for the golden blood.
In the end, there were even some serious fights.
But compared to tonight's turmoil, it was nothing worth mentioning.
·
Until the sky is twilight, and the morning light breaks.
This turmoil slowly came to an end.
Jiangnan also returned to the new city, and found a random place to live after joining Nanhuai.
But this time, he didn't change his appearance, but it caused quite a commotion.
"Just now... I seem to have seen that... King Zhenxi..."
A young cultivator stood at the door of a restaurant, looking at the bustling crowd, hesitatingly said.
"Are you dazzled? Isn't that one already dead?" Beside him, his companion frowned and retorted.
"..."
Gradually, news spread one after another.
If one person said such a thing, no one would believe it, it would only be regarded as grandstanding or dazzled.
But the terrible thing is that the cultivators who claimed to have seen King Zhenxi appeared one after another!
This, however, made many cultivators unbearably suspicious—could it be that the ghost of King Zhenxi really came back?
For a while, there were even rumors spreading in Qixiu New City—it was said that King Zhenxi, who died under the God of Heaven, saw the influx of cultivators in his fief, and the situation was chaotic and the people were in dire straits.
So he felt resentful, turned into a ghost and wandered around the foot of Qixiu Mountain, dedicated to frightening those who came wantonly in Jiangzhou.
Many people believed in this weird rumor, but even more people didn't believe it.
Among them, there is a peerless Tianjiao King Jinwu who has been dusty in ancient times and has just woken up.
——Jiangzhou is already a land without an owner, no matter it is the King of Zhenxi and the King of Nan, a dragon or a snake, a human or a ghost, they all have to be controlled!
As soon as these words came out, some living cultivators who admired King Zhenxi were extremely dissatisfied.
In this way, the younger generation of Shangyuan and those ancient arrogances who turned out to be born in the past faintly confronted each other.
The original delicate balance of Qixiu New City is gradually disintegrating.
And following the death of the Xuanwu God General, the high-level leaders of the major forces also received some rumors, and an undercurrent surged.
In Jiangzhou, ghosts, ghosts and monsters gather together, each with a ghost.
The atmosphere became oppressive and frozen, like the calm before the storm.
(End of this chapter)