Golden light entered the main hall, illuminating the scenery clearly.
There are three majestic statues of ten meters high in her hall. The figure in the middle is wearing a battle armor made of metal leaves and a two-inch bronze sword. He looks like a general from the Warring States Period.
The statue next to him was wearing Taoist robes, with fluttering beards, and carrying an iron sword on his back. He looked like an immortal Taoist master.
The statue on the other side is dressed in a long robe, with only a wooden hairpin to tie its hair. The hanging sideburns and forehead hair look unruly.
This statue is the most conspicuous, so it is the first to enter Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision, but he does not care where the statue enshrined in the main hall of Shushan is and which historical figure it corresponds to.
His eyes just glanced down, and then moved down, stopping at the coffin lying in the center of the hall. The coffin was rough and simple in shape, about three meters long and one meter wide. It was made of bronze, and the coffin body and lid were engraved with spiritual seal symbols. Text, covered with patina.
Zhang Yuanqing recognized it as a spirit-sealing talisman at a glance, and the coffin was a magic weapon used to seal black-faced evil objects. However, there were more than a dozen deep sword marks on the coffin lid, which destroyed the spirit seal and formation patterns.
The evil creature in the coffin was able to escape and destroyed the entire Shushan Immortal Sect.
Zhang Yuanqing immediately looked at a figure next to the bronze coffin. They were wearing Shushan Taoist robes, two men and one woman, with dry, curly hair and green eyeballs.
These three corpses gave him the same feeling as Princess Yinyao. They were high-level corpses that had transformed from living people into ghost objects.
The three masters of Shushan were bathed in the sunlight, and their blue-black skin began to fester and dissolve, revealing the same blue-black flesh, as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid.
Unaware of it, they knelt down and paid homage to the bronze coffin, sending out mental fluctuations: "The demon active in the ancient times, the supreme and great corpse ancestor, please give us the strength to resist the rats that invade the holy land."
Corpse Ancestor? Zhang Yuanqing was frightened by this title, and ordinary masters could not suppress the word Corpse Ancestor.
Thinking of the name "郃" again, a mythical and legendary character flashed in Zhang Yuanqing's mind: Hanba!
Is Han Bao sealed in the coffin? Or is this the prototype of Han Bao? As his thoughts flashed, Zhang Yuanqing condensed a golden bow in his left hand when he saw that the golden light could not immediately save the three high-level demonic beings.
The fingertips of his right hand spit out golden light and turned into arrows, and he drew the bow like a full moon. The three figures were able to withstand the burns of the sun's divine power for a long time.
"call out!"
The golden light shot away and made a shrill whistle in the air.
Less than three meters away from the coffin, ripples suddenly appeared in the space, and then the arrow condensed by the sun's divine power disappeared, as if it was swallowed by the space and was hidden?
Zhang Yuanqing's expression became solemn. He saw that the arrow did not disappear out of thin air but was wrapped in mystery, and then "extinguished" by the Yin Qi from his invisible perspective.
The evil thing in the coffin has extremely high influence on the magic of the lunar domain.
At this time, the coffin lid shook slightly and substantial black smoke filled the gap. There was no sign of evaporation in the golden light, and threads passed into the nasal cavities of the two corpses.
In an instant, the three Yin corpses seemed to have taken a big tonic. Their ulcerated skin recovered instantly, and a thin layer of Yin Qi covered their bodies to resist the burning of the sun.
The corpse in the center slowly twisted its neck and looked at the palace door with a stiff face. Its eyes were green and sinister: "Trespassing to Shu Mountain without permission, kill my disciple."
He suddenly drew out the sword from his waist, and the white sword light suddenly rushed out, and was immediately purified by the power of the sun. When it hit Zhang Yuanqing, it was already at the end of the crossbow.
Zhang Yuanqing summoned a five-clawed golden dragon, activated his second form, and a throat-shaped shadow coiled up to protect him.
The sword light hit the dragon's body and shattered it into pieces.
The divine power of the sun suppresses all spiritual powers and props, but the five-clawed golden dragon and the divine power of the sun have the same origin and are not suppressed and can be used normally.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to fight in the palace, and was worried that the evil thing in the coffin would attack, so he tapped his toes and flew backwards, landing in the square outside the palace.
Three Yin corpses flew out of the hall side by side, each holding three shining iron swords. The sword tips condensed with cold light, like lightning, and stabbed the shadow formed by the five-clawed golden dragon again.
Even though it had been weakened by the divine power of the sun, the combined power of the three swords still almost caused the Golden Dragon Shield to collapse.
"Two, mid-level eight, and one late-level eight, a little higher than me. If there is no bronze coffin to give Yin Qi protection, and the attributes are incompatible, I can defeat the three of them."
"They have retained most of their skills in life and are swordsmen who are good at close combat. Although the power of the sun can weaken their sword energy, I cannot use other abilities and items to bind my hands."
As soon as they met, Zhang Yuanqing knew that there was no chance of winning in melee combat.
The divine power of the sun cannot overcome their words, so the general's tactics must be changed.
He mocked as he thought.
"It's not me who kills your disciples, but you yourself. Tsk, Shushan's thousand-year-old foundation and thousands of disciples were all destroyed because of your selfishness. Master, are you worthy of the ancestors of Shushan?"
The headmaster of Shushan, who was wearing Taoist robes and looked like an old man, conveyed his spiritual fluctuations: "They did not die, they just transformed into another kind of living being and continued to exist. I am also right, because I have gained eternal life."
"Stubborn!"
Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly. "I won't talk nonsense with you. I am a bad person from the Tang Dynasty, and I came here to borrow the White Emperor's crown on the orders of the bad commander. It has nothing to do with your self-destruction in Shushan. I only want the White Emperor's crown."
The headmaster of Shushan said pitifully: "The bad commander is indeed hypocritical. He said that he would pay back what he borrowed, but he sent his subordinates to take advantage of it. I have dedicated the White Emperor Crown to the Corpse Ancestor. If you want it, let him come and get it in person."
Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed, and the White Emperor's crown was found in the Shushan copy.
[Update three rules. First, each player can only participate in the arena match once. Second, during the arena match, the core of the formation stops counting. Third, when a formation occurs, the time limit is cleared and the arena match is temporary. ]
The sudden update of three rules caught both parties off guard.
Mr. Huichang said in disappointment, "Tsk, tsk, I thought I could keep fighting with war. But it turns out it's not that the evil camp didn't give me a chance to get bugs. It's because the spiritual realm doesn't allow it. Is the current spiritual realm on the side of the evil camp?"
Shrouded in the holy light, occasionally revealing the outline of thighs and buttocks, it makes people want to stop, and the beautiful goddess who burns her body smiles and says: "I was still thinking just now, if you redeemed the power of a demigod, you would still die at the hands of Shura , then he might be able to challenge the entire lawful camp by himself."
"Such rules are beneficial to us. When we update the rules at this time, I think it is the result of the confrontation between the spiritual realm and the supreme beings. It is helping us."
Poseidon, whose beard covered half of his face, said: "During the arena competition, the formation countdown stopped, so we must win six rounds. The evil camp must win nine rounds. The situation has become more serious and complicated."
The more victories there are, the easier it is to form a tug-of-war, and in every tug-of-war, a demigod will die.
It is almost impossible to achieve zero attrition.
Among the three updated rules, the first one favors the lawful camp, the second one favors the evil camp, and the third one is neutral.
Such a "balanced" rule is most likely the result of the confrontation between the spiritual realm and the supreme beings.
During the discussion, a participant from the evil camp appeared, the owner of the Dionysus Club, nicknamed Lao Mai.
The old man was tall and burly, with rosacea, gray hair and cloudy eyes, like a drunkard.
People who looked directly at him would involuntarily feel dizzy, confused, dizzy, and have nervous system imbalances.
Lao Mai is the 11th level Dionysian.
"It's a bit troublesome." Meishen whispered.
"In terms of personality, he is not the highest, but the level 11s generally surpass us. In terms of ability, his attack is not too strong, but he is the most difficult to deal with."
"Only knights can restrain alcoholics, but there is no demigod in the riding profession. Among the demigods in your second region, except for the Lord of the Stars, no one can beat him. At most, it will be a draw."
The Void Demigod came to her ear and asked in a low voice: "Have you ever slept with him?"
