Tang Zhao lowered his head and looked at the turtle shell. There was a treasure that made all the manor owners in the two mountains, foreign dignitaries, and even the swordsman like Gui Rong go crazy for it. But now it was brought to him, at his fingertips. He couldn't help but laugh. Said: "You want to use this to bribe me? Just like you bribed Gui Rong?"
Xing Cang shook his head and said: "Of course it is different from the integration. I never compare the people outside with the people in Mengliang Mountain. They are all sick in Mengliang Mountain. People in Mengliang Mountain, whether they are strong or weak, No matter whether they are noble or lowly, whether they are slave owners or sword slaves, they all have an extraordinary desire for life. Because they are all short-lived ghosts. Even if they are not, their lives are still in the hands of others. They desperately want their own life. Just Like the eunuchs in the palace who are willing to pay any price to make up for their shortcomings.”
"What if he merges and becomes a swordsman? What if he obtains the special status of Yuanshi? His hair is much whiter than it was ten years ago, and the black hair is getting less and less. When his hair is full of white hair, he and those sword slaves What's the difference? He knows better than anyone else that his life is exploding, burning up in an instant and turning into dust in the abyss of shadow. He wants to grab every life-saving straw without pulling in anyone."
His tone was very calm, and only a little bit of disdain could be heard. Then he restrained himself, added subtle flattery, and said to Tang Zhao: "Your Excellency is different. You are young and promising, powerful, and have a long life. If If you can climb the Immortal Ladder in the future, you will be able to live forever. However, the road to climb is so difficult. Sometimes it takes only a breath or a little time to succeed. What a pity is that?"
He sighed again and whispered: "Besides, how can anyone be dissatisfied with a long life?"
Tang Zhao looked at him and said: "Yes, who would think that life is long? Haven't you lived enough? You have obviously lived to be old?"
Having said this, he suddenly pulled out his sword and chopped off Xing Cang's head——
Unsurprisingly, the sword was once again blocked by the thin film of power from the sacrifice. The sword light and the thin film clashed with each other, making a sizzling sound. The two powers were consuming each other.
The protective shield consumes the power of the sacrifice, and the sword naturally consumes Tang Zhao's power. Looking at it this way, it was obvious that Tang Zhao couldn't bear the consumption.
Tang Zhao didn't care about this waste. He pushed down hard and saw that the sword blade pressed against the dry white hair. It was only a hair away but stopped moving forward. He said:
"Ninety percent of the white hair in the Gangliang Mountains are poor people whose life span has been greatly damaged, but you are not. You are a real old man. Time has given you a head of white hair, and you use it to look like a fool."
"Because of your white hair, you can blend in with those poor people without being discovered, and you can also get close to them, coax them, and make them empathize with you and open up to you. In fact, you are completely different from them. Not only do you live longer , you have not been tortured, nor have you lost part of yourself as a sacrifice to Wang Liang. You are just an outsider, pretending to empathize with them, but in fact you probably empathize with Wang Liang. You also have to collect sacrifices and control others, you Be a little kid!"
"I never knew before. You are clearly not under the control of Wang Liang. Why are you willing to be a sword slave and recognize your master, hiding in a dark place like Wang Liang Mountain and suffering? Why don't you just enjoy it as a swordsman? Could it be that outside the mountain Are any of your enemies hunting you?"
Xing Cang had a bad feeling. When he looked up, he saw the sword light shining brightly above his head, and asked: "Do you know me?"
If you don't know him, how can you feel that you know his identity so well?
Tang Zhao ignored it and said directly: "Now it seems that Mengliang Mountain is very important to you. It is your school and your fish pond."
"After all, you made a big mistake at the beginning, blocking the future of the swordsman. Probably no one told you at the beginning that the sword elephant must be a physical object, the more practical the better, even if it is energy, it cannot be an abstract concept. As a result, you I made my sword elephant look like traces of time."
Xing Cang could no longer force himself to calm down and shouted: "Who the hell are you?!"
Tang Zhao just pressed down with his sword, like a stone slab pressing down on a turtle shell, and continued: "Even in the abstract concept, time is obscure and broad enough. The years condensed on the walls of the house make the building older and more condensed. The traces on objects turn household objects into antiques. The traces condensed on pine trees make the growth rings grow, and the traces condensed on people turn blue hair into white hair.”
"It's hard to fill the resonance if you choose just one of these traces, let alone want them all? You are not a son of luck, a genius, how can you complete it in a limited life? But Jianxiang cannot go back on his words. You have wasted many years to get here. My hair is also gray and there is no hope yet.”
"So when the right path failed, you took the wrong path. I don't know what opportunity made you come up with this crooked idea, and you came to the Gangliang Mountain and single-handedly established the Changfa Manor."
"Although you established the manor, you cannot be the owner of the manor. Because the owner of the manor is actually subject to the control of the two parties. As long as you perform sacrifices, you will be included in a layer-by-layer system that is difficult to escape. You are unwilling to lose your freedom, so The white-haired swordsman, who pretends to be further away from Wang Liang and less likely to be watched by Wang Liang with his white hair, has pushed generations of puppets into power."
"In order to facilitate replacement and abandonment, these puppets are not insiders, and they think you are really a swordsman born as a sword slave. It is inevitable that some of them will doubt you. But how can they defeat you?"
"You built Changfa Manor. Every plant, tree, brick and tile there is condensed with the traces of time. They are all your sword elephants. The longer I stay with you in Gangliang Mountain, the more meaningful the time will be and the more powerful it will be. It is powerful. Every inch of the manor is under your command, just like the power of a sword. Who can compete with you on your territory? Those manor owners are all confused after they die. They don’t even know what they are fighting against. I don’t know the comparison. The invisible years, the tangible manor, or the pine trees are nothing but carriers and deceptions.”
The more Xing Cang listened, the more frightened he became. Suddenly an idea flashed and he shouted: "Are you the young master?"
As soon as the words came out, he knew he was wrong. The eldest young master was still watching the battle from the front. Although he had been here for a while, he only left after the second battle started. At that time, the eldest young master was still watching the battle between Tang Zhao and Gui Rong in the sky, pointing and pointing shamelessly.
But he must have been to Changfa Manor, saw his sword elephant, and even had some understanding. He could never know so clearly just by listening to what others said. The previous owners had lived in the manor for more than ten years, and they were not as aware as he was when they were about to die.
"Who are you?" Xing Cang asked again, somewhat lost.
Tang Zhao never answered, and continued: "You are at home in Mengliang Mountain like a fish in water, and you are getting more and more adaptable, and even this place has become your perfect place. Because there is no other place that can teach you so much about benefiting yourself at the expense of others and extracting the essence of others to support you. There is no other place where you can take advantage of so many swordsmen who have a little power but are full of despair and need sustenance, as well as stupid, greedy and bored rich people."
He sighed: "This place of Gangliang Mountain... is dark, depressing, despairing, catastrophic, and painful. It is really a good place for the birth of evil cults. In fact, Gangliang Mountain was originally the foundation of evil cults. Isn't Gangliang the evil god? What a pity. Its structure is not good. It only cares about oppression, not mental control. Not to mention that it has been absent for a long time, and it does not even have a leader. It only has a group of extremely unreliable Yuanshi to spread popularity for it, which just gives you a chance."
"As for you, you happen to have the ability to organize a cult. I admit that I underestimated you before. I thought you only relied on your longevity, strength and information to control a manor and become a local emperor. Now it seems that I have decided to underestimate you. Even though you can reap benefits with your sword power, you have managed to build such a large and smoothly running organization and have such an arrogant and ruthless swordsman be willing to serve as your deputy, secure your position as a great sage, and drive people to their deaths while sitting under a tree. Can that be an ordinary person?”
"With your talent, it's hard to stay here in Gangliang Mountain. You really should go outside and have a look. It's half a chaotic world outside. It's very suitable for people like you to show off your talents."
Xing Cang stopped talking and no longer looked up at the sword above his head. He just lowered his head silently and looked at the turtle shell wrapped with the "breath of life".
"But with your 'structure', what you want is not a temporary turbulence, right? You came to Ziliang Mountain for the further road, and you haven't changed your purpose now, right? As a cult leader, you are full of lies. Basic skills, I'm wondering how many people have been deceived by you? Do you think that the root of longevity is to seek longevity?"
He also pointed at the turtle: "They saw you taking away lifespan, they heard you were going to give lifespan, they knew that this organization is called the Longevity Society... So everyone just thought that this organization was working and everyone lived a long life, but no one Have you ever thought about it, what do you, the great sage, want to get? Is it a longer lifespan? Wouldn’t it be better to offer sacrifices secretly, so why bother with such a big scene? "
Xing Cang's expression gradually became distorted after hearing this, and he just stared at the turtle shell in his hand, with only hope in his eyes, as if he was hoping that the turtle would come alive and turn into the "Turtle Man" to save him.
"So... what is it that you are condensing on the turtle shell now? What is it that you are pretending to give to me to delay time?"
"Let me guess..." He smiled thoughtfully, "In fact, there is no other option. It's a good guess. Is that the power you use to climb? The lifespan of so many people is just to get rid of your ridiculous The traces of time are filled and resonate with you, allowing you to further become a swordsman and even touch a higher level?"
Tang Zhao sneered and said: "The ancients said that one general can make a thousand bones wither, but you have put it into practice. Not only the bones of the manor owner are piled up, but also the bones of your own people. Those manor owners in the Longevity Club are still left after this battle. How many next?”
"Even Gui Rong is dead, and everyone who knows your details is dead. You can naturally go into battle lightly and complete your next goal... You don't really want to be an evil god, do you?"
Tang Zhao looked at Xing Cang, and Xing Cang looked at the turtle. Tang Zhao shook his head and said: "It seems that you are still holding on to hope, hoping that at the last moment the turtle can successfully gather the strength to send you to Qingyun. It's a pity that I have been You are consuming excess vitality and are not allowed to gather it. You will never be able to gather it all, but you still hope..."
Suddenly, bursts of cheering came from behind. Although it came from the square in front, it had been attenuated a lot here, but you could still hear how deafening it was in the front!
Xing Cang was startled, and Tang Zhao smiled and said: "It's over. That's the sound of celebration when the protective shield is broken. The indestructible turtle shell is destroyed, and this is the prelude to your demise. You have no power anymore, end it -" Xing Cang said loudly: "Wait, tell me who you are..."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Zhao's sword that had been pressing on his head moved downwards, cutting off his voice immediately——
"Well...why should I tell you?"
