As soon as Zhang Yuanqing rode the wind and rushed out of the building, the sword light approached the intersection.
He immediately realized that flying could not remedy the situation, and immediately used the Star Escape Technique, and then barely caught up with the sword light's tail.
The next second, the sword light arrived at the crossroads.
"Buzz!"
The air rippled, and there was a vibrating sound effect, like a large firecracker exploding underwater.
Visible to the naked eye, a six-meter-long gap was torn in the void at the intersection, and the black mustard seeds revealed majestic Yin energy and a chilling fear in the heart.
It's like opening the door to hell.
The passers-by around him finally reacted. Previously, most people didn't notice the approaching sword light because of their speed.
But when the sword light tore through Mustard Seed Sumeru, the burst of bright light and the sudden drop in temperature made these mortals realize that something was wrong.
They all looked towards the intersection.
At the critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing, who continued to perform star escape skills, finally arrived, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
A ray of starlight mixed with the power of the soul spread, covering a hundred meters in radius in an instant.
The eyes of the driver in the car, the rider of the electric scooter, and the pedestrians on foot were slightly vacant, and then recovered. Everyone no longer paid attention to the intersection and drove and walked on their own.
Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself that luckily the situation was under control, otherwise tomorrow's headline on the online news would be: #SHOCK! The mysterious two-dimensional white-haired woman breaks the void in the busy city#
Then the comments below are otakus arguing about which anime this white hair is the heroine of.
The gap in the black hole slowly closed, and the white-haired marshal stepped lightly and floated into the crack in space.
The red dancing shoes followed him in, vowing to kill Fu Qingyang.
"Marshal, wait for me..." Zhang Yuanqing rushed to the gap that was gradually closing and plunged in.
The scene suddenly changed. The sunny city streets disappeared, replaced by an ancient city shrouded in gloom.
The main road paved with stone slabs stretches deep into the dark and quiet ancient city. In front of it is a tall archway with a plaque reading "Ghost City".
The antique buildings on both sides of the main road are even more eye-catching with their hanging signboards.
It feels like you have arrived at a horror amusement park with a supernatural theme.
"Hiss, the Yin Qi here is so strong that it can freeze the Night Travel God..." Zhang Yuanqing followed his heart's choice and moved closer to his tall and graceful cousin: "Marshal, you have to protect me."
Fu Qingxuan's majestic and cold "hmm" was like a queen promising to protect her people.
Her pupils bloomed with bright white light, and she glanced across the ghost city. She quickly came to a conclusion and said calmly: "Demi-god-level props are composed of a variety of supernatural powers and props. There is no weapon spirit. The core is a regular prop... ….It’s quite similar to Elder Dog’s zoo.”
"Pap tap tap tap..."
Red Dance Shoes abandoned the two of them and ran straight towards the end of the long street.
The two of them immediately followed. The female marshal walked forward calmly and calmly, while Zhang Yuanqing looked wary and looked around. Every shop here had a terrifying yin energy left in it.
Every shop can kill him easily.
But at this time, both sides of the street were full of chaos.
The "Escape Room" signboard was hanging sideways, the door of the "Spooky Foot Massage" shop was smashed, and the head of the ghost new sister from the ghost wedding shop was cut off and rolled together with her red hijab, with a pair of eyes full of resentment. Staring at the street.
The "Zombie Infested" store was also smashed. Inside the crooked store door, charred zombies seemed to have just been baptized by the power of the sun.
Obviously, these stores were smashed by Fu Qingyang and the others.
But the deeper you go, the more complete the stores are preserved. This change indicates that Fu Qingyang and others are no longer able to smash the stores and confiscate the houses, and the most they can do is retreat.
Ahead appeared a half-collapsed shop with a "Scream" plaque hanging above it.
The store seemed to have been smashed, but not completely.
Zhang Yuanqing looked through the open door and happened to see the door of the store.
He poked out an old face full of wrinkles, with eyes filled with dark blood, and secretly looked at the two of them.
It was a very old woman, her face was pale, and her pupils were filled with dark blood.
The moment she made eye contact with Zhang Yuanqing, she silently opened her mouth, splitting it to the base of her ears, and dark, sticky blood flowed like syrup.
"Woo~"
A painful wind blew in the store, and the old woman wearing the common clothes of the Republic of China screamed and rushed towards Zhang Yuanqing. This was supposed to be a vengeful spirit at the level of a dominator, but it seemed to have just been severely injured by the power of the sun, and its aura declined, intervening between the saint and the dominator.
Weak level seven!
Fu Qingxuan's eyes squinted, and she glanced at the resentful spirit with its teeth and claws. She didn't even stop and pointed like a sword, just about to kill the moths flying into the fire.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly moved and took the initiative to meet the seventh level weak spirit.
Seeing this, the marshal frowned.
Dark and rich energy emerged from Zhang Yuanqing's left eye socket, his right eye turned into a molten golden pupil, his left arm was stained with dark Yin energy, and his right arm lit up with pure and domineering golden light.
The power of Taiyin and Sun fills the body at the same time.
Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the old woman's neck with his left hand, suppressed it with his right hand, and patted her forehead gently.
With repeated chichi chichi sounds, black smoke rose from the old woman's forehead, and she let out a shrill scream that only the Night Walker God could hear.
Its aura quickly declined.
As soon as Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth and inhaled, the old woman turned into black smoke and was swallowed by him.
In less than three seconds, a weak level 7 wraith was subdued.
Fu Qingxuan retracted her sword finger and her brows had already relaxed. She looked at Zhang Yuanqing with great interest and said: "The divine power of the sun... you actually used the body of a saint to accommodate the divine power of the sun. You are indeed a genius, and you will have a bright future." If the official When the elders hear this, they will definitely pay more attention to Yuanshi Tianzun.
A marshal who has reached the top of her career before the age of thirty has a talent rarely seen in the world. Even the Demon Lord is weaker than her.
Such a character is inevitably arrogant. Fu Qingyang feels that all geniuses in the world are rubbish, and she feels that demigods in the world are rubbish.
But she didn't say it.
Among contemporary young people, there is no one else but Demon Lord who can be recognized by her.
In her eyes, her younger brother Fu Qingyang is just a fool who can make up for his shortcomings.
Zhang Yuanqing returned to his original position and said loudly: "It is because of the Marshal that I dare to take risks. It was the Marshal who gave me the courage."
Fu Qingxuan looked surprised. She never thought that the new genius of the official could speak human language so well.
"Are you in need of a spiritual servant?"
"Extremely lacking!"
Fu Qingxuan pondered for a moment: "I'll take you on a sweep. There are a lot of high-quality spiritual servants here, but I'll only search for those in the saint stage. If you want to get master-level inferi and resentful spirits, you need to work hard on your own. I won’t try to encourage it to grow.”
Zhang Yuanqing's heart was beating wildly and he hesitated: "Will this delay the rescue? Elder Fu is not out of danger yet."
He was more worried about Fu Qingyang's safety than high-quality spiritual servants and Yin corpses.
Fu Qingxuan's frosty and pretty face finally showed a smile, then she stopped and looked into the distance, saying: "They won't die for a while, so the garbage should be hidden under the quilt."
Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand the second half of the sentence, but it didn't stop him from bowing his head and bowing: "Thank you, Marshal!"
Northwest Gobi.
The Gobi Desert is one of the largest barren areas in the world, stretching in the northwest of the continent and spanning the grasslands and North China.
Looking around, the rolling land is full of bare rocks, and the strong wind seems to be mixed with gravel.
The days are scorching hot, the nights are cold, the soil cannot be plowed, the mountains cannot be hunted, and the vast expanse of land is sparsely populated.
Geologists believe that the Gobi was formed because the terrain was elevated and sandstone was continuously eroded by weathering and turned into a large amount of clastic material.
But compared to the desert, a real restricted area of life, the Gobi has undulating terrain, erect rock peaks, and is visually rich and colorful.
At the foot of a mountain called "Tenggri", there are flat terraces made of yellow mud and stones.
The house is located and has been standing in the sun for ten years.
Tengger means "god" in Mongolian. Bishop Bing's bewitched demons followed the local customs and named this mountain, which originally had no name, Tengger.
Because the spiritual leader of the bewitching monsters sleeping in the heart of the mountain - Shura.
Shura didn't have much particularity in choosing this rocky mountain to sleep in. He simply didn't want to be disturbed while sleeping, so the inaccessible northwest became his choice.
Push forward another twenty years, and the place where Shura sleeps is not the sacred mountain "Tenggri", but another unknown mountain.
At that time, the Five Elements Alliance had just been established, and the ten elders at the headquarters had just taken over the power. They were eager to show their authority and political achievements to all parties. After discussing with their superiors, they decided to neutralize Shura.
As a result, the mountain was nuked, but Shura was not. So Shura, who was homeless, decided to sleep in a lively place, and he chose the capital.
At that time, the matter was a big deal, and overseas Spiritual Realm Walker organizations were paying close attention. In the end, the leader of the Taiyi Sect and the leader of the Jiang Gang joined forces to have a fight with Shura.
Shura withdrew from the capital and returned to the northwest desert. The lawful camp never attempted to pacify Shura again.
In a bungalow near the mountainside, dark red flesh and blood covered the entire room like silt.
In the center of the room, flesh and blood material piled high into a mountain, and a three-meter-long flesh cabin was half embedded in the flesh and blood material.
There are blue and purple blood vessels connected between the flesh compartment and the flesh and blood material. The entire mountain of meat rises and falls slowly, like a beating heart.
This is the Chu family’s regular prop—the mother goddess’s womb!
Although there is the word "god", it is not holy and glorious. On the contrary, it has a kind of restrained horror.
Suddenly, the flesh membrane on the surface of the meat cabin was lifted up, highlighting the outline of a palm. The next second, the palm burst the flesh membrane, and the man inside rolled out of the meat cabin like a baby with its afterbirth torn apart.
This is a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters, with a bald head and rough and resolute facial features. There are remaining holes in the earlobes, nose and lips, but there are no silver rings.
He is resurrected!
Earrings and silver rings are not included in the resurrection of the Mother Goddess’s womb, and neither are clothes.
Silver Moon King climbed up tremblingly, sat with his back against the meat cabin, raised his head, looked at the ceiling of the bungalow and fell into a long silence.
"I originally thought that the Demon Eye would be the first to be resurrected from the womb of the Mother Goddess, but I didn't expect it to be you. As soon as I was promoted to the King of Heaven, I had to use this item to resurrect myself. It seems that you were hit hard." An elegant and casual smile. The sound came from beside me.
King Silver Moon looked sideways, and the one who spoke was a young man wearing a crisp suit. He had free and easy short hair and silver earrings. He was as refined and elegant as a butler in a noble family.
Silver Moon King withdrew his gaze and raised his head, still in a daze.
The King of Fear tirelessly consoled him: "I know you are very frustrated. When you were in the saint stage, you were not much different from him. After being promoted to the master, the ancient war god's combat power should have been much stronger than Yanshi. But he beat you. It’s like sixth grade playing kindergarten.”
Silver Moon King said coldly: "After you finish speaking, get out, I want to be quiet."
"Sorry, let me change the wording. Maybe if I change kindergarten to first grade, you will feel much better." Fear said.
The corner of Silver Moon King's mouth twitched.
The King of Fear did not realize at all how disgusting he was now. He sat down in the meat cabin and said with a smile: "Why bother comparing with monsters? Looking around the world, except for Fu Qingyang, there are a few people who can understand the rules at the saint stage. I have many I met him years ago and have heard about him. This man is a prisoner."
Talking about Fu Qingyang's fierce rival, Silver Moon King finally responded to him, "Prisoner?"
"That's right, prisoner! He drew a circle in his heart and imprisoned himself in it. He has not stepped out of this circle for more than twenty years. I have known Fu Qingyang many years ago, and I deeply hate this kind of person who abandons freedom." King of Fear said: "At that time, he was still extraordinary, with mediocre combat power and average talent. You know, at the same level and with the same skills, some people are strong and some are weak."
"This depends on the suitability of the profession and the comprehension of skills. Fu Qingyang does not occupy any of these talents. In terms of the strategy copy
, although it is not bad, it is far inferior to a real genius. "
"But he has been standing in that circle, wielding the sword in all weathers every day, giving up entertainment, giving up love, giving up everything. There are only swords and power in his world, because these two things can make him forget his inferiority complex. and my timid self.”
"Weak? Inferiority?" Silver Moon King felt incredible.
"So it's easy to kill Fu Qingyang. If you challenge him in the same realm, he won't back down." The King of Fear raised his lips: "I won't back down even to the death."
King Silver Moon's heart moved: "In your chessboard, Fu Qingyang already has his own burial ground?"
The King of Fear did not continue this topic and said with a smile: "So, how can you win against him? How can you win against a paranoid who has been imprisoned for more than 20 years?"
Silver Moon King was speechless and said coldly: "Go away, don't hinder my eyes here." Bing or Quark Search will be the first to read it.
"Tsk, tsk, I'm curious as to whether you can still be so arrogant and rude in front of Shura." The King of Fear crossed his legs and showed no sign of leaving.
Silver Moon King did not hesitate, "I respect him and fear him, but I will still do this."
When he said this, the past events flashed through King Silver Moon's mind.
He was born in the Free Federation on the other side of the ocean, and his parents were slaves on a farm in the central region of the Federation. That country, which is known as the most civilized and powerful country in human history, has been accompanied by slaves and human trafficking since its founding.
Highly complete social welfare and high labor costs have always left that powerful country with a shortage of cheap labor. To this day, they are still engaged in human trafficking, but compared to the barbarism and strength of their ancestors, these guys have learned In order to wrap up their greed and ugliness with the cloak of civilization and freedom, the shameful activities have also changed from the sun to the dark sewers.
With the yearning for the Free Federation, Silver Moon King's parents followed a group of fellow villagers to sneak into the holy land in their hearts. However, what greeted them was not civilization and freedom, let alone generous wages and a good life.
What greeted them was slavery and beatings. They were taken to farms far away from the city, put on handcuffs and anklets, and became a labor force like livestock.
The farmer does not have to pay wages and can spend them as much as he wants, along with his security team.
Silver Moon King is a child born of slaves. From birth, he has been in the shadow of order.
His childhood and adolescence were an unbearable past, sealed in the depths of his memory and only occasionally recalled, like an alcoholic tasting a fine wine he had treasured for many years.
His parents told him since he was a child that if you don't know who is your master, then you should think about who you can't scold.
The one who cannot be scolded is the master!
Silver Moon King hated his birth and the painful years, so after escaping from the farm and becoming a spiritual walker, he swore to himself that there was no one in this world that he could not scold. Including Shura.
The members of the Military Bishop all thought that General Silver Moon should be furious because he was always spitting out sweet things. In fact, he just didn't want to be a slave anymore.
Thinking about the past can end here, just like fine wine cannot be drunk too much, it needs to be savored slowly.
Silver Moon King retracted his thoughts and frowned: "Are you waiting for someone to be resurrected?"
The King of Fear patted the flesh cabin beneath him and nodded with a smile.
Silver Moon King did not ask any more questions. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said: "Fu Qingyang, is he really so paranoid that he will not retreat even if he faces danger?"
"You can't go out even if you die! In the dark corner, Fu Qingyang said with a stern face.
