Son-in-law of Chenglong

Chapter 160 I haven't seen Wutai's swordsmanship for a long time

Wang Zhong has the role of the heavenly court, a decent third-class general, the Chang'an City God, who can freely enter and exit the underworld.

However, if a person without the Heavenly Emperor's talisman wanted to enter and exit the underworld, and could still pull people in, his magic power must be unbelievably tyrannical.

Wang Chong secretly flew the Falling Soul Bell out, suspended it above his head, and said secretly: "This formation is a bit mysterious, I can't find the original owner, and the Falling Soul Bell can't exert its power."

"But as long as he is willing to show up, no matter whether he is poor or not, I can shatter his soul."

Wang Chong raised his true energy and shouted, "I don't know who the senior is?"

The voice gave a long sigh and said: "Don't ask for names, people who died early, even if they recover a little bit of memory, they are not the same as before, they are just monsters who have borrowed corpses to resurrect their souls."

Wang Chong's heart was shaken, and he thought to himself, "It must be poor luck."

He bowed slightly and asked: "This sword flew inexplicably. The boy was worried that someone would be accidentally injured by this sword, so he took it away. If it belongs to the predecessors, he is willing to return it, but I don't know what to do with the sword. Where to send it?"

The voice chuckled and said: "Although I have used this sword before, it is not my property. Its original owner has already ascended to the sky, and it was originally reserved for fate."

"I just accepted the favor, and I am here to take care of this sword."

"I don't know why it went crazy today. It actually broke the chains that trapped it and escaped. Since you took it away, it was its fate."

"If there is another owner, it shouldn't belong to you, and a new owner will come to find you. If it should belong to you, the old man is even more lazy."

"I just saw that you were able to accept Qing Xiao, so I was curious and talkative, so I just asked a question."

"Are you a Wutai disciple?"

Wang Chong hurriedly replied, "It's the Wutai disciple."

He thought to himself: "Unfortunately, all my swordsmanship has been passed down from Wutai Mountain, and I can't change it. Otherwise, it should be said to be another family's swordsmanship. The old grievances of Wutai in Emei are too great. If this person is Qiongji, he was from three generations back then. The red-robed patriarch's defeat, I'm afraid he is very resentful."

Wang Chong knew that he couldn't hide it, so he simply didn't hide it, but he was really worried.

The voice was silent for a long time, and said quietly: "I haven't seen Wutai's swordsmanship for a long time."

Wang Chong hurriedly said: "The younger generation is not good at learning, and the senior is laughing at it."

The voice said lightly: "If you are not good at swordsmanship, there are three major Xuanzongs in the world and nineteen major sects. I am afraid that there are not many young people who dare to say that they have obtained the true biography of the patriarch."

"Since you have obtained the Qingxiao Sword, the old man is also very curious, would you like to come and have a look?"

Wang Chong replied: "Very good."

The black landscape in front of me was suddenly washed away, just like an ink painting being washed away by clear water, a sudden mountain peak emerged leisurely. On the top of the mountain peak, there was a bronze coffin, a long-haired shawl, and a person wearing jute clothes. The middle-aged man was drinking and waved at him.

Wang Chong's heart was terrified. This middle-aged man was full of corpse aura. He was not a stranger at all, and there was no aura of a cultivator on his head. There was only a strong resentment that could not be resolved.

Wang Chong hesitated for a long time, he didn't dare to take the risk, and shouted: "Senior's corpse aura is too strong, I dare not go over, how about letting him go?"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, and said: "Just like the red robe back then, full of nonsense, you already knew who XX was, but you pretended not to know, and you still wanted to lie to me, how many hairs do you have?"

Just as Wang Chong was about to answer, his eyes went dark and the scenery changed again. He didn't care much, he activated the Soul Lost Bell, and shook it fiercely in the direction of the corpse.

Dang Dang Dang Dang!
The melodious bell sounded far away.

A fierce roar tore through the sky, and the voice yelled wildly: "Red Robe, you really found a way to restrain the ancient scriptures of the Heavenly Demon, but you didn't come to share it with me, you only wanted to hurt me."

"Although I'm not poor and lucky by borrowing a dead body to resurrect my soul, but there is still more than half of the Emei Daoism left, so don't force me."

Wang Chong repeatedly urged the Soul Lost Clock, thinking: "How did Patriarch Ma calculate? He didn't even calculate the fierce power of Qiongji? This demon corpse has reunited its spirit and soul, and its mana is penetrating. Thanks to me Falling Soul Bell, concentrate on restraining this thing, if Bai Zhiwei comes, why don't you give this demon corpse an extra meal?"

"No wonder Shen Daoren said that the calculation is just, and now few people will."

"Old Ancestor Ma's calculations are mediocre, and my master Daoshan is not successful. He also said that coming this time will be of great benefit to me! What kind of benefit is this? Is it a life-and-death struggle with Ruo Qiongji?"

"If you lose, you will die, so what if you win?"

"I don't need the bits and pieces of this demon corpse."

"Don't say, the Qingxiao sword is a good thing. I have a purple mirage and golden scales. I really don't need a flying sword."

It was the first time for Wang Chong to meet someone who could resist the Falling Soul Bell, and the special restraint magic weapon like the Soul Killing Orb didn't count.

He shook the falling soul clock desperately, and heard Qiongji howl loudly and miserably, but he couldn't shake the spirit of this thousand-year-old demon corpse.

Wang Chong could only shake this treasure desperately. After all, his cultivation was not comparable to this demon corpse who had fought swords with three generations of ancestors in red robes. Only this falling soul bell was reliable.

Wang Chong didn't know how long he had been shaking, and suddenly his eyes brightened, and a huge force pushed him out of the underworld.

Compared with when he was pulled in, the force was silent and without any smell of fireworks, but now it seemed hurried, and he was no longer so calm.

Wang Chong thought to himself: "If you miss today, the demon corpse is ready. I may not be able to fight him." Immediately, he activated the role of the city god, separated the heaven and the earth, and went straight into the underworld. .”

The Soul Falling Bell was ringing continuously, and Wang Chong was determined to kill this demon corpse.

Qiongji suddenly cursed: "I have already let you out, but if you still refuse to leave, the old man is angry!"

There was a sudden darkness between the sky and the earth, and a mountain was pulled up and flew towards Wang Chong.

Wang Chong thought in his heart: "If you talk about the means of the underworld, I also have some." He stretched out his hand and shouted: "None!"

The mountain suddenly disappeared.

Qiongji howled miserably, and said in shock: "Are you the Yin God of the underworld?"

Wang Chong bowed in mid-air and said, "The City God of Chang'an Mansion."

Qiongji suddenly appeared, still sitting on the bronze coffin, and shouted: "Although the Falling Soul Bell is powerful, it does restrain me, but do you know that it is not unusual to practice a thousand years of Taoism? I will let you know that in the world, after all, Taoism Behave respectfully."

Qiongji grabbed his hand, countless black energy gathered, turned into a black sword light, and went straight to kill Wang Chong. This person was also from Emei, and his swordsmanship was authentic, but this sword light was so ghostly, it was by no means like a famous sword fairy.

With a long roar, Wang Chong flew out two flying swords with purple mirage and golden scales, and shouted: "Why don't you use serious flying swords, senior? The flying swords with mere ghost energy are no match for my two flying swords."

He could also see at this moment that although Qiongji was able to resist the Falling Soul Bell, he was still restrained by it, and he might not be able to exert [-] to [-] percent of his mana right now.

(End of this chapter)