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Chapter 325: The Goddess Seen by Mortals ([-] words, please subscribe)
The sunshine in winter is thin, and the entire Goddess Peak looks lonely and desolate.

But when that line of green shirt floated along the mountain road, it seemed that the whole world became brighter.

"Ji Sichen..." Shangguan Wanrong, who was almost kneeling on the ground, had a look of joy on her gloomy face, almost crying with joy, and then panic arose.

Of course she knew that Ji Pingan had extraordinary means, but without a God's perspective, she, and most of the people present, still had the impression of Ji Pingan that he was the "genius star official".

As for the actual combat power, we actually don’t know much about it.

After all, whether it is "fighting" or the earlier "grand prize", in these publicly circulated stories, the key to victory is not strength.

Therefore, after witnessing the power of the "Crown Prince" with their own eyes, Shangguan Wanrong and others naturally became worried, instinctively thinking that Ji Ping'an could not match him.

It's not that they are stupid, it's just that there is an information gap.

However, Master Wuxin did not think so. As a veteran, she was not sure how confident Ji Ping'an was.

But in her opinion, if Ji Ping'an wants to ambush the "human world", Qin Tianjian must be involved behind the scenes, so there must be sufficient means.

At this time, seeing Ji Ping'an arriving in time, the beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief and secretly clenched the hilt of her sword.

Especially when she heard the sentence "You were the one who touched me"... Even though she had a heart of stone that she had honed in the world.

And as the head of a female sect, she has always advocated not relying on men.

But for some reason, my heart still felt warm at this moment, and I felt a strange sense of security.

Soon afterwards, she realized that this was what it felt like to have a backer behind her. This was a feeling that she had forgotten in the past decades of supporting the sect alone.

"Ji Pingan?!"

Corresponding to the Yue Girl Party, the world was equally shocked.

Holding a Feng Shui plate in hand, the Taoist dressed as "moving mountains" was stunned, and then his pupils suddenly shrank, and he almost shouted "Why are you here?"

What follows is strong vigilance!
After all, the two previous encounters with Ji Ping'an had ended in disastrous defeat for Taoist Banshan, which had left a psychological shadow on him.

Beyond that, here's the strong doubt:

With human intelligence capabilities, we have already discovered that Ji Ping'an has not appeared in public since the Yuhang snow disaster.

The imperial court and Taoist sect are also searching secretly.

Combined with the appearance of the "Great Zhou Guoshi" and the disappearance of Jian Zheng, it is easy to think that Ji Ping'an's disappearance is not simple.

But he never expected that the other party would suddenly appear here.

This made Taoist Banshan suddenly panic, and he felt nervous that he had fallen into a trap.

"Are you...that Ji Ping'an?"

At this time, the prince standing beside him spoke.

The real "Prince" of the Daqian Dynasty, the current leader of the organization has a serious face, which makes it difficult to see his emotions. He just has a sinister gaze fixed in front of him and asks in a deep voice.

At this time, Ji Ping'an had arrived outside the villa and came to the crowd.

Wei Qingqing looked at him and let out a silent breath, saying with a tough mouth:

"I'm not a stupid person!"

Jiang Chunqiu chuckled, thinking that the general's wife was a bit interesting, and she was still a tsundere.

"Well, do you want my help later?" Ji Ping'an asked Wei Qingqing with a smile.

The pretty widow wearing sackcloth and mourning turned away her head and remained silent when asked.

This scene fell in the eyes of the Crown Prince, and the noble nobleman became more and more angry, feeling that such an attitude obviously did not take him seriously.

Ji Ping'an finally turned his head, his eyes swept over the people present one by one, the corners of his mouth raised, thinking that almost all of them were acquaintances.

Sure enough, the enemy of the past had been reincarnated, and he was still fighting against him. He looked at the prince and could vaguely distinguish the defeated dog from the past, and said with a smile:
"Looks like you've heard my name before."

The prince sneered and said in a strange tone:

"Ji Sichen, who doesn't know? But you didn't stay in Yuhang and came here... and you said they are your people... Why, isn't there an expert from the Qintian Prison who is waiting for us?"

As he spoke, he glanced around.

Ji Ping'an smiled:

"There is no need to test. Mrs. Wei is right. You are indeed a loser. That was the case back then and it is the same now. To deal with you, there is no need for the Qintian Prison to send out any experts to ambush you. A few of us are enough."

The prince's consciousness swept around the surroundings, and indeed he did not notice the danger.

He couldn't help but relax a little. When he heard Ji Pingan's words, the anger accumulated in his heart could no longer be suppressed:

"How courageous! How courageous!"

The prince laughed in anger. How had he ever been looked down upon so much?
Especially when he was being ridiculed by a junior disciple of his former enemy, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted:
"Do it! Take it down! Leave no grass behind!"

Regardless of whether there is a conspiracy or not, you can never go wrong by at least capturing the opponent first!

A group of worldly masters next to them had also been waiting for the order. Although they were equally surprised, the matter had come to this point and there was no way out.

"Haha, what a genius, please teach me how to do it!"

The body of the paper Taoist with a pale face and a kerchief suddenly collapsed.

It turned into countless whirling notes, rushed to Ji Ping'an in the blink of an eye and condensed into a human form, and slammed down the white fractured fan that was made of steel in his hand!

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere, but Ji Ping'an remained motionless. He was slightly surprised to see Master Wuxin draw his sword and stop him in front of him.

The woman's gray monk's robe was shaking, she was holding a long sword, she was fearless and said:
"Young master, I will take the lead. A poor nun will never sit back and watch the truth. I will deal with this thief!"

With that said, Master Wuxin swung his sword and pulled the paper Taoist to fly to the side, and the two started fighting.

"Ah……"

As soon as the two left, deep laughter came from the air, a pool of shadows flew over, and the figure of the "Painted Skin Immortal" who was standing there slowly faded away.

Ji Ping'an looked coldly at an indigo "evil ghost" with tattoos all over his body and no facial features crawling out of the shadows ahead, his eyes disgusted.

I thought that the punishment of peeling off your skin and cramping your skin and turning you into a human skin lantern was not enough.

"I said! Don't work in front of me! Door! Get! Axe!"

Next to him, Wei Qingqing's figure suddenly flew up and stood in the sky. Behind him, red lanterns rose up, and the red light spread instantly, covering the "Painted Skin Immortal".

The latter raised his head, and a gap suddenly appeared on his face without facial features, like a big mouth:
"It's okay to deal with you."

When the two of them turned to another open space, the monk with the hair thought suddenly, picked up the stick and walked forward.

But he was suddenly stopped by a middle-aged martial artist wearing a felt jacket, with a thick beard, and looked like a sloppy beggar.

Jiang Chunqiu said with a smile: "Your opponent is me."

The haired monk clutched the long red stick, shook his head and said:

"You are no match for me. Let's wait until you recover first."

Jiang Chunqiu smiled and said:
"It is true that my cultivation has not recovered, but if I delay you for a while, it won't be a problem."

As he spoke, his thumb holding the handle of the knife suddenly flicked!
"Chong!"

The sword came out of its sheath, with a sharp blade, and the sword with its blade full of wind and thunder fell into his hand. The scabbard fell with a sound and hit the hard ground, motionless.

"Crackling..."

There was a constant wind and thunder on the knife, and blue-purple electric arcs flickered, swirling around Jiang Chunqiu in the blink of an eye.

"Curse weapon!!" The hair-wearing monk named "Six Path Stick" was horrified.

Most of the magic weapons in the world today require sufficient cultivation to control them, but in ancient times, there was a unique "magic weapon" exception.

It's called "The Curse".

This kind of magical weapon is often used by ancient weapon forging masters who, after perfecting their skills, use extremely complex processes and materials to blend them into a furnace and cast a spell.

Finally, the forger himself jumped into the forging pool and sacrificed his life to forge a weapon.

It is quite evil and can only be controlled by those who are weaker than it.

If the driver's mentality is not strong enough, he will be controlled by the cursed weapon. In the end, the magical weapon becomes the master and the person becomes the slave.

Because the forging requirements were too harsh and the sect was too evil, it gradually disappeared in the long history.

Jiang Chunqiu smiled, holding the curse weapon, as if he could hear the soul in the sword urging him, he cursed:

"Why are you urging me? You still want to turn your back on the guests? Give me a rest!"

The former leader of the martial arts alliance flicked his wrist and drew out his sword. The wind and thunder roared, and he felt a hearty feeling that he had not seen for a long time:
"happy!"

The monk with hair didn't dare to be careless and quickly raised his long red stick to fight with it.

For a moment, the two of them jingled, far away from the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, the masters of both sides caught their opponents, and only Ji Ping'an, the Crown Prince, and Taoist Banshan were left in the field.

"Go and try." The prince ordered with narrowed eyes.

"..." The old Taoist took a deep breath and wondered:

"My lord, you know that poor people are not good at fighting."

This is not a lie.

Taoist Banshan is good at treasure hunting, escaping, and has excellent escape skills, but his own combat power is not strong and he relies heavily on magic weapons.

"Trash." The Crown Prince was displeased and said, "Step back and watch the battle!"

As he spoke, the black-haired and well-dressed Daqian remnant took steps forward, with crackling sounds rolling around his body.

He stepped forward step by step, at first slowly, but faster and faster, approaching Ji Ping'an in the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​​​qi roared, and the rolling spiritual elements gathered into powerful kinetic energy, and punched out.

The wind is broken!

In an instant, a group of female heroes, led by Shangguan Wanrong, standing behind Ji Ping'an, exclaimed, and were blown backwards by the strong wind, looking horrified.

Just the wind of the fist made them unable to stand firmly!

How difficult must it be to face this punch head-on?
Even if you are a well-sitting monk, unless you follow the path of a martial artist, you should avoid his sharp edges, right?
However, Ji Ping'an did not dodge, nor did he use any star officer or martial arts techniques.

Before the prince left, he pulled out a painting scroll from the cloth bag and twisted it gently. With a click, the scroll with sapphire bones and yellowed paper was easily broken by him.

It turned into countless light spots, and then, the vast aura came, and out of that light spot, a goddess with a fairy spirit and a holy and refined appearance walked out.

He was dressed in white, but his cuffs had two groups of red, and he landed gracefully in the world. His face was flawless, and his eyes were not tainted with any fireworks, and were ethereal and indifferent.

This is the widely circulated "Red Sleeve Goddess" in folk mythology. According to legend, she was an ancient woman with extraordinary dancing skills who killed herself in the Zhuo River and transformed into a fairy in the sky.

At this moment, the red-sleeved goddess came into the world, raised her wrist, and her sleeves suddenly grew wildly.

The cuff, which was more than ten feet long, contained huge force and collided with the prince's fist.

Silently, the collision between the two did not make any sound. While everyone watching the battle was puzzled, they saw the peaks in the distance shaking, and a low mountaintop collapsed with a rumble!

Transfer!

In order to preserve the "arsenal" in the Goddess Peak, both the Crown Prince and Ji Ping'an tacitly controlled the aftermath of the battle outside the main peak.

And transferred the excess power to the distance through the ground beneath his feet!
But this scene only made the people present in the Jianghu tremble in fear, fists exchanged in the distance, and the mountains collapsed in the distance... This was far beyond the imagination of the "Jianghu people".

"Humph!"

The Crown Prince grunted, and his body let out a low roar, and was then blown away by the force of the shock, falling back dozens of feet.

His expression was extremely ugly: "Painter Mo Lin! Qin Tianjian and Mo Lin join forces?"

Why can't he see that this is the painter's signature technique?Ji Ping'an smiled calmly:
"That's wrong. Who said only painters can use scrolls?"

Unlike the eldest son who was retreating in embarrassment, as a manipulator, Ji Ping'an stood leisurely in the distance, controlling the goddess's actions with only his soul. He can only be described in two words:

elegant.

"Is this Mo Lin's scroll..." Shangguan Wanrong was dazzled, her eyes were opened, and she suddenly exclaimed:
"Be careful, son!"

On the other side, the prince was furious and suddenly raised his hand to lift the boulders, turned them into human trebuchets, and threw them towards Ji Ping'an.

The beautiful eyes of the red-sleeved goddess standing in the air flickered and danced in the air. Her two long sleeves suddenly spread like a dam blocking a river.

All the flying boulders were shattered into pieces.

"For outsiders to use 'painter' scrolls, it puts a huge burden on their souls. I want to see how long you can last!" the prince said sarcastically.

After a rain of boulders, he didn't stop at all and raised his hand to grab it in his arms.

Suddenly, a gold medal appeared in his palm.

He shouted loudly, and the Daqian royal gold medal shone brightly, covering him.

After the light dissipated, a pair of armor suddenly appeared on the prince's body:
Wearing a crown on his head, wearing cloud boots on his feet, and a cloak behind him, with the word "Qian" embroidered on it.

At the same time, the aura of the prince suddenly increased again. If we say, he had not really taken that step before.

But now, the breath seems to be the same as the real "state of observing the sky"!
"The mighty armor, the prince is no less heroic than before!"

The mountain-moving Taoist praised it.

Divine Armor... Shangguan Wanrong's face changed slightly. Although she was from Jianghu, she had also heard of this name:
"It is said that it is a set of magic weapons that was created by the Daqian Dynasty back then. Anyone who wears it will have a skyrocketing cultivation level..."

Even the other strong men who were fighting against each other in the distance couldn't help but stop for a moment and look this way.

Ji Ping'an was not surprised.

He has the ability to leave many backup options for himself, including the means to restore himself to the divine realm.

It is not surprising that the Daqian Dynasty used similar methods.

It can only be said that this defeated dog is really lucky and has inherited too many treasures from the previous dynasty.

The prince put on his armor and went into battle, moved his wrists, and said with a smile:

"Goddess? It's just a picture scroll dummy after all. Watch me hammer it to death. What do you think?"

As he spoke, the prince's golden armor trembled all over his body, and his aura rose.

The luster of the metal gloves flowed, and he stepped out again, hammering the red-sleeved goddess.

Ji Ping'an raised his hand again with a smile, pulled out a scroll from the bag, and twisted it into pieces.

As the light dissipated, a vortex appeared in the sky.

The other one is not inferior to the former in appearance, wearing colorful clothes and descending to the mortal world with her feet on the auspicious clouds.

His hands were holding a white jade fairy mirror.

As soon as it fell, he looked at the prince in the mirror, and in an instant.

The air rippled, and another prince wearing golden armor walked out, also making a gesture of punching and killing.

The movements are the same as those of the real prince.

"when!"

In the blink of an eye, the two princes exchanged fists. With the two as the center, the earth shook suddenly, and then the earth and rocks on the ground, which were up to a foot thick, were shaken off the ground at the same time, and then fell again.

Everyone standing on the ground felt their hearts beat violently, as if they had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and their faces turned pale!

There are even some weak people who spit out blood as if they were struck by lightning!

"Crack!" The mirror in Caiyi Goddess' hand suddenly shattered and cracks appeared.

The crown prince was once again violently thrown away by the force of the counter-shock. This time he flew dozens of feet, and his whole body hit the foot of the mountain like a meteorite.

A big hole was smashed out, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

When he returned again, he saw that his armor was dim, his hair was disheveled, his breath was weak, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf, showing extreme viciousness:
"This is... what the hell?!"

Everyone watching the battle silenced, stunned by this scene.

The punch just now was definitely at the level of observing the sky, but it was still "rebounded" by the goddess on the second scroll.

Ji Ping'an said nothing.

Shangguan Wanrong and other female heroes were also confused, but Master Banshan's expression changed slightly.

As expected of a being who treasures all kinds of treasures, he said in shock:
"Replicating mirror? It is said to be an ancient forbidden weapon that can reproduce any opponent's attacks. But this forbidden weapon has been broken long ago. How can Mo Lin draw it?"

There are conditions for painters to draw, and one of the important ones is familiarity. Folk mythological images are the most familiar, so painters paint more.

But the magic weapon that was destroyed long ago has never been seen by future generations, so it is naturally impossible to describe it.

Therefore, it can be inferred that the scrolls in Ji Ping'an's hands were at least from hundreds of years ago.

No...if you think carefully, you can draw a picture at the "level of observing the sky", which means that the painter is at least at this level.

"Could it be a painting left behind by the Holy Painter?" Taoist Banshan's heart skipped a beat and he made a guess.

"Whatever mirror, I will tear these damn things to pieces!" the disheveled prince roared, already extremely angry.

He suddenly smiled, a ferocious smile, his eyes filled with violence:
"Is this your confidence? Do you think you can suppress me this way? With just a few paintings?"

His aura climbed again, and suddenly clouds gathered on the Goddess Peak, with lightning and thunder hidden in the clouds.

The prince climbed up the mountain step by step, his eyes fixed on Ji Ping'an, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth:

"Does it feel good to use the magic weapon? No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it is not omnipotent. You are a mere cultivator who can control two paintings at the same time. You are indeed quite capable, but do you think you can defeat me like this?"

The prince's face was so fierce that people in the world were scared to retreat, for fear of being targeted by him.

Those who couldn't avoid it were slapped into a ball of blood mist by the prince's palm.

When he returned to his original position, the Crown Prince, who was almost crazy, said arrogantly:

"People like you have no idea what the heritage of a dynasty is!"

Ji Ping'an smiled lightly: "The disappeared dynasty?"

He seemed not to feel the slightest danger, and still stood there with his hands behind his back, almost unchanged from when he first appeared.

There are only two goddesses behind him, one on the left and one on the right.

The prince said nothing, and suddenly his right hand wearing a metal glove suddenly grabbed it!
Rumble!
Wisps of lightning gathered in the clouds, and amid the lightning, a brass sword slowly emerged from his hand!

Its sides were sharp and bright, the sword had complex black dragon patterns on it, and the handle was inlaid with jade. As soon as it appeared, it shocked the surrounding mountains and rivers.

The entire Goddess Peak seemed to have become lower.

"Zhu Guo Sword!" In the distance, Wei Qingqing, who had suppressed the Painted Skin Immortal and had his hands temporarily free, changed his expression:
"Did he inherit the number one magic weapon of the Daqian royal family?"

Jiang Chunqiu and the "Six-Way Stick" distanced themselves at the same time and turned to watch the battle. The old martial artist narrowed his eyes and said:

"I heard that this sword was lost back then, and it was indeed hidden by the Daqian royal family."

Even Zhi Taoist and Master Wuxin stopped temporarily. The latter looked nervous and had heard the story of this sword.

"Sir, what should I do?"

Shangguan Wanrong was panicked. Of course she had also heard the legend of the Zhuguo Sword.

Just like Jiang Chunqiu can use a cursed weapon to deal with the six-path stick that is one level above him.

The disciples of the Yue Girl Sect exchanged their guns for cannons and killed the more powerful gangsters crying for their fathers and mothers.

When there is not much difference in strength, a magic weapon is enough to turn the tide of the battle.

"The mirror in the goddess's hand just now has been broken. It must not be able to stop the sword."

"Ji Sichen should have some trump cards!"

The female heroes of the Yue Women Faction discussed anxiously.

"Picture scroll? It's useless. Mo Lin's paintings are indeed strong, but even I know that control requires the soul. With two such powerful goddesses present, how can there be a third one? Take a step back, Even if Ji Sichen can summon the third one, can he suppress Zhu Guojian and this prince?"

An old heroine shook her head and sighed.

Although the battle lasted not long ago, this group of Jianghu people watched the battle with their own eyes, and their moods fluctuated several times.

At this moment, it is difficult to regain confidence. In fact, the "Prince's" trump cards are more abundant and stronger than they imagined.

As he said, the heritage of a dynasty, when brought together into one person, is enough to make any strong man’s scalp numb.

"Do you recognize this sword?" The prince glanced at everyone's faces, smiled proudly, looked down at Ji Ping'an, and felt that he had a chance to win.

Zhu Guojian is his trump card that has never been exposed.

In his opinion, even if Wei Qingqing switched sides and revealed his information, the other party would not have expected that he had recovered Zhu Guojian.

It's like a card game. Both sides are dealt cards one by one, but he has already hidden a huge trump card.

At this moment, it was finally time to decide the winner.

"It is it."

Ji Ping'an's expression was calm, he just glanced and commented:
"It has edge but no aura. It cannot be considered a magic weapon after all."

The prince was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily:
"Okay, you are indeed a tough-talking madman! Let me sacrifice your head to the sword."

As he said that, he was no longer too lazy to talk nonsense with Ji Ping'an, a descendant of the future. He saw the prince swinging the Zhuguo Sword, and suddenly the sky became dark, sand flew and rocks flew, and countless people retreated in fear.

The two goddesses in the sky also looked dim.

"Young Master..." Shangguan Wanrong fell to the ground, the sword in her hand shook and she couldn't help shouting:
"Let's go, his target is Goddess Peak..."

However, Ji Ping'an didn't seem to hear it at all. He just sighed softly and pulled out the third scroll with one hand:

"I didn't plan to waste this one, but dead things are not as important as living people after all, and I guess she won't mind..."

As he spoke, he suppressed his smile and spoke in an unhappy tone:
"But I'm still unhappy, so go to hell."

After finishing speaking, he gently crushed the painting scroll in his hand. The next second, red light spots gathered on the dim goddess peak, gradually outlining a magnificent figure.

She was a sassy and majestic woman wearing a red Taoist robe, with short hair that was close to her ears.

She is no longer young, but her eyebrows, as sharp as swords, remain the same as before.

Wei Huayang, who was at his peak, walked out of the scroll and glanced coldly at everyone. His eyes fell on Ji Ping'an's face and he paused for two seconds.

Then he turned his head and looked down at the Crown Prince Daqian, who was holding the Zhuguo Sword and wearing armor, and his face changed wildly. He sighed softly, raised a finger and pointed at him.

In an instant, all the Yue Nu Sect disciples present screamed in surprise, and found that the long swords in their hands flew up and gathered at Wei Huayang's fingertips.

"go with!"

Ji Ping'an and Wei Huayang spoke at the same time and spit out this word.

On this day, many people in Yuezhou looked at the Goddess Peak from a distance and saw a huge array of flying swords floating silently on it. After the bright fire, they poured out steel and iron rain, and exploded silently.

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