Ten Capitals, Nine Observations, Eight Poles, Seven Yuans, Six Divisions, Five Elders Compete for Da

Chapter 260 The Power of Marquis Wu!Exiled in the void of the world, you can't survive, you can't die!

In today's world, there are only two places that possess the "Great Desolation Scripture", one of which is the wilderness spirit here, and the other is the Underworld, held by Shangshan Sihao.

Moreover, although Li Guang, the flying general of the Han Dynasty, has cultivated to the realm of Marquis Wu, he has never revealed any news about Shangshan Sihao and the "Great Desolation Scripture" to the world. He only said:

"...At the moment when your energy and blood are most vigorous, you commit suicide and die. Netherland is not as simple as reincarnation, it hides many secrets."

In other words, many big figures and some clues are encouraging the powerful and talented warriors to go to Netherland as soon as possible, consciously or unconsciously.

"When you have a chance, you must go to Netherland to take a look, as a living person!" Jiang Chen thought so, raised his head, and looked at the wilderness spirit in midair:

"The thing I need is called "The Great Desolation Scripture."

"Yes, I stole a lot from those four old things."

The Wilderness Spirit immediately became honest, and nodded his head like crazy: "With those shiny golden things, plus the teardrops in your hands, we are willing to exchange them with you."

Jiang Chen raised the corner of his mouth:

"But a book, in exchange for one hundred thousand gold and silver, plus life-extending treasures, seems to be a bit of a loss on my side?"

heard.

The Wilderness Spirit gritted his teeth and said:

"We don't want those shiny things, but that teardrop must be given to us, otherwise, we will not change it."

Jiang Chen didn't want to be too persuasive, so he agreed:

"Well, it's fair."

"Wait for us for a while."

As soon as the wilderness spirits turned around, a gust of gray monster wind immediately set off around them, engulfing them and flying to the east, gradually disappearing.

Jiang Chen stood by the Peacock River with his knife in his hand, and waited for about half an hour before seeing the wilderness spirit who came panting again.

They panted heavily, looked very tired, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's been such a long journey, should we make up for it?"

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen saw through the lies of the wilderness spirits at a glance: "You didn't go far at all, you just went deep underground, and then went to drink afternoon tea?"

"Besides, souls also need to breathe, will they also pant?"

The wilderness spirit sneered and said:

"How did you know?"

Jiang Chen gradually mastered the method of communicating with them, and snorted coldly: "Don't be clever, don't think that I can't find you!"

The wilderness spirit was resentful, gave up the idea of ​​taking advantage, and said aggrievedly: "It's really a shame for a smart and powerful guy like you to live..."

"When you die, remember to resist the absorption of the Netherland for at least half an hour. When the time comes, we will come to you."

"The quota of immortality is only ten in total, which is very precious."

talking.

It pulled out a tattered bamboo slip from the soul body, on which was written a line of exciting words in Xiaozhuan style:

Great Desolation Sutra!

At this moment, whether it was Jiang Chen or Zhang Baisui who was on the side, their hearts were surging, and they were even a little unbelievable, but the movements of their hands never slowed down.

"Old village head, can you come and get it?"

Jiang Chen chuckled, and gave up this exciting moment. Only Zhang Baisui, who had been waiting for more than [-] years, was the most suitable person to take this item.

"it is good."

"Thank you."

Zhang Baisui panted violently due to excitement, and stepped forward step by step.

At this moment when he walked in front of the spirit of the wilderness, although Zhang Baisui was already mentally prepared, when he touched the "Great Desolation Scripture" with his own hands, his slightly old body suddenly froze, and his lips were too tense. Bite unconsciously, a salty smell echoed in his mouth.

That's the smell of blood!
Zhang Baisui traveled all over the country, searched hard for 30 years without any results, and left it in the classroom for more than [-] years.
And when the "Great Desolation Sutra" appeared in front of him.

He just took three steps forward, stretched out his hand, held it, three simple and effortless movements, and he got it.

Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it!
"thanks……"

Holding the "Great Desolation Sutra" in his hands, Zhang Baisui felt mixed feelings in his heart, like laughing and crying, pain, relief, joy, sadness and other emotions appeared in his eyes, he opened his mouth to speak, but lost his voice for a long time due to excessive excitement, and it took a long time Relieved, he asked nervously:

"I got it?"

"Well, you got it."

Jiang Chen's affirmation instantly made this old man, who was still more than [-] years away from a hundred years old, sobbing, holding the "Great Desolation Sutra" in his hand for a long time in silence.

Even the spirit of the wilderness didn't dare to disturb it, because... the more excited the beast, the more ferocious it would be when it resisted!

Wei Anguo and Hong Wu looked at each other, and felt a little inconceivable. There is actually a follow-up technique in the wilderness martial art?

If the full version of a road that is not inferior to the Qingzhou soldier's road comes out, I'm afraid... no, it will definitely cause an uproar!

Hong Wu sighed softly:
"Perhaps Qingzhou in the future will become the world of wild martial arts."

Wei Anguo took a different view:

"Not necessarily. The spiritual materials consumed by the wilderness martial arts are not only difficult to find, but also expensive, and they have never been protected by the Qingzhou tripod. I am afraid they are still only small martial arts."

certainly--

There are a few words he never said.

The price of spiritual materials will decrease due to the increase in scale demand and the construction of more medicine gardens;
The luck of the Qingzhou tripod can also be transferred to other martial arts due to the change of the master of Qingzhou.

In other words.

If there is a moment when the sun and the moon change to a new sky.

The path practiced by the Lord of Qingzhou is the wilderness martial art, so the martial arts group will also usher in a revolution and a big change of blood!

Wei Anguo turned his head and looked at a certain captain with a smile on his face. He had an inexplicable premonition in his heart: Jiang Chen has brought too many surprises and accidents to the Qingzhou Army. Perhaps, in the near future, he will have It may change the fate of the entire Qingzhou!

Zhang Baisui took a deep breath, slowly opened the booklet of "The Great Desolation Scripture", read it carefully for almost half a cup of tea, and then nodded and said:

"I can't understand the rituals at the level of Martial Sages, but I was greatly shocked, while the rituals and spiritual materials at the level of Marquis Wus are very authentic and not fake."

"The written text is also extremely old, it is written hundreds of years ago."

Jiang Chen suppressed his excited heart, and said in a deep voice:
"Old village chief, we will talk in detail after we return to the camp."

Done.

Jiang Chen turned his head and asked the two Marquis Wu in a very respectful tone:

"Thank you to the two generals who sacrificed their lives to save Jiang Chen, but today is a bit special. It is related to the future of Wilderness Martial Arts. It is of great importance. Can you please avoid it for a while."

As the actual commander of the Qingzhou Army, Hong Wu was eager to control everything in Qingzhou. Hearing this, he felt a little uncomfortable.

However, Wei Anguo still remembered the promotion of Xili City, and said kindly:

"Let's go, General Hong, this is their own business in the wilderness. Now that the danger has been ruled out, why not go to the camp?"

Hong Wu nodded, holding the strong bow, and slowly walked back with Wei Anguo.

…………

Looking at the backs of the two Marquis Wu going away, Jiang Chen let out a long sigh of relief, and when he was about to ask, the wilderness spirits, this group of impatient beast souls, finally got bored and roared dissatisfied:
"Human, give me that teardrop!"

Although Jiang Chen was a bit reluctant, but right now, there was no reason to reject the wilderness spirit, the spirit of all beasts, who was far superior to ordinary Marquis Wu, so he stretched out his hand and threw it into the mouth of the wilderness spirit.

It was also full of joy, holding the peacock's tears in its mouth.

It's like a child who asked for a lollipop from his uncle, stuffed it in his cheeks happily, and enjoyed the happiness brought by the sweetness.

Jiang Chen took the "Great Desolation Scripture" from Zhang Baisui, carefully put it into a storage bag, and then asked with a smile while the spirit of the wilderness was in a good mood:

"I want to ask you a question. If you are willing to answer, I can give you the shiny and rare treasures under my feet, as well as a large amount of gold and silver. How about it?"

The Wilderness Spirit licked the Tears of the Peacock candy, feeling very happy, and asked casually, "Oh, what's the problem?"

Jiang Chen looked in all directions, confirmed that there was no one around, and was always ready to launch the void crossing. Then his expression gradually became serious, and he asked word by word:
"More than [-] years ago, was there a human who communicated with you? Or, a transaction? His appearance is a bit like a wolf, do you still remember?"

When it was time to say the last few words, the wilderness spirit found the old memories of decades ago from the pile of old papers in memory, and said hesitantly:

"seems like it."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows coldly:

"Please don't say it seems."

At this moment, Zhang Baisui also suddenly realized: Who is the wolf-like Jiang Chen said? Recalling the depressing life in the past, a trace of deep anger rose in his eyes.

Wilderness Spirit nodded:

"Ah yes, at that time we were woken up by someone in Liaodong, and bumped into that bastard of Seven Killing Star!"

"There is an old man who looks very bad. We didn't like to deal with this kind of person, but he helped me win the Seven Killing Star, and the food he invited us to eat was also delicious, and then—"

"Oops, we remembered."

"We promised him not to tell anyone..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Realizing that he had talked too much, the wilderness spirit showed embarrassment on his face, like a child who has done something wrong, immediately rolled up a large pool of gold, silver and rare treasures on the ground, quickly burrowed into the ground, and disappeared without a trace trace.

Jiang Chen successfully heard the evidence he needed, so he naturally didn't care about a little money. He turned his head and stared at the angry Zhang Baisui:

"Old chief, I'm afraid we need to talk in detail. Your experience of being rescued by Prime Minister Sima back then may not be that simple."

Most of the joy of obtaining the "Great Desolation Sutra" has dissipated. Zhang Baisui looked up to the east with a condensed face, and his tone was terribly flat:
"I want to go back to Qingzhou."

There was a chill between Jiang Chen's brows and eyes:
"Are you sure, you really just want to go back to Qingzhou?"

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years! When this old man becomes Marquis Wu, he will be exiled to the void of the world. He will not be able to live or die!"

Jiang Chen smiled indifferently, and couldn't help but wonder, who did Shangshan Sihao exile back then?
(End of this chapter)