I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Chapter 235 Whose lower body is missing?
Qiu Wangyu was originally seriously injured. The magical weapon where his life was intertwined was chopped into pieces, and was invaded by the sword energy of the Zhuxian Sword. His injuries were much more serious than Mr. Ghost.

Even Mr. Ghost couldn't move, and Qiu Wangyu had no power to resist.

Facing the menacing master and disciple of Tian Chengzi, Qiu Wangyu had no way of resisting.

Although the Four Holy Envoys and the Ghost King rushed up and tried to resist these three people.

But Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi entangled two of them, leaving the Ghost King alone to face the Zhuxian Sword.

The Ghost King gave a bitter smile and said in his heart that you really think highly of me.

All along the way, he only fished and paddled, and he could no longer be stubborn. Unexpectedly, in the end, he became the only main force against the Zhuxian Sword.

Knowing that he had no way to escape, the Ghost King raised the skull hanging around his neck and barely blocked Tian Chengzi's sword attack.

After Tian Chengzi's fight with Mr. Ghost, his mana consumption became even more serious. He was unsteady when standing, breathing heavily, and his eyes began to turn slightly red.

Regardless of Tian Chengzi's virtue, the Ghost King has a lot of knowledge. As long as he can still activate the Zhuxian Sword, no matter how much his mana is consumed, even if he is seriously injured and dying, he can't beat him.He blocked Tian Chengzi's sword not for anything else, but to delay time.

With a "click", the skull magic weapon that the Ghost King had been cultivating for hundreds of years was chopped into pieces by Zhu Xian. However, taking advantage of this moment of effort, he used his magic power to capture the Poison God, Yuehua Fairy and Duan Hou.

"We must die together!"

The Ghost King had a stern look on his face, he couldn't live, and neither could the other clan leaders. Otherwise, if the leader died, he would also die. Wouldn't the Ghost King Sect become a piece of fish on the chopping board, to be eaten by other clans of the Demon Sect?

The ghost king's last move is to drag the four major valve owners on the road together.

"Old ghost, what are you doing!"

The three people exclaimed and fought back as fast as they could.

The Poison God spilled a large swath of poisonous insects and was swept back instead of himself. Fairy Yuehua was slightly injured and slashed with the ring blade, shattering the Ghost King's magic power.

Only Duan Hou was injured the most and was unable to escape, and was caught in front of him by the Ghost King.

"Pfft!"

Duan Hou, along with the poisonous insects of the Poison God, were cut into two parts by the Zhuxian Sword. The Ghost King hiding behind them was also thrown into the air by the impact of the sword energy. He landed motionless and seemed to have lost his vital signs.

Then, naturally, Qiu Wangyu, who had no resistance, was cut off by Tian Chengzi's sword.

"The leader is dead!"

With a scream, the members of the Demon Cult fled in unison as if they were being targeted by something terrifying.

The eyes of the four great saints were about to burst, and they tried their best to push back Qingyun Shuangjiao, flew to Qiu Wangyu's side, and picked up two pieces of his body.

"Haha, hahahaha!"

Tian Chengzi seemed a little weird, standing there and letting out a perverse laugh, "Qiu Wangyu, devil, you tried so hard, but you still didn't die under my sword! The leader of the demon sect, it's just that, it's just that..."

Tian Chengzi didn't seem to have the intention of pursuing the victory. He stood there and laughed for a long time. His body swayed and he knelt on the ground. He leaned on the ground with the Zhuxian Sword and barely supported his body, still laughing.

Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi hurriedly grabbed hold of Tianchengzi, one on the left and the other on the right, and shouted: "Master, master."

"Go, let's go!"

Qiu Wangyu, who was only half of his body, said with difficulty.

The four holy envoys carried two pieces of Qiu Wangyu on their backs and flew down the mountain.

Daoxuan and Wan Jian had no time to pay attention to them, they just supported Tian Chengzi.

Tianchengzi kept laughing to himself, sometimes mixed with weird soliloquies.Finally, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Daoxuan and Wan Jian were shocked and quickly supported their master.

"Senior brother, you are sending master back to cultivate, and I will go after the demon sect." Wan Jian said to Daoxuan.

"Okay, be more careful." Daoxuan nodded, without refusing, he carried Tian Chengzi on his back, picked up the Zhuxian Sword and left.

But what he didn't notice was that even though there had been a fierce fight just now, and even Tian Chengzi had just spat out a large mouthful of blood, the ground was strangely clean, with not a drop of blood left.

The ancient sword shone with a strange light.

After Wan Jianyi led his men to charge, they turned back to the top of the mountain.Having just experienced a battle, everyone was physically and mentally exhausted. Many Qingyun disciples even fainted when they saw the enemy retreating. They were unable to pursue them beyond Qingyun Mountain.

None of the three Wudang disciples pursued him.

The three of them can't kill many people in the Demon Cult, not to mention that they are here to take the exam, not to eliminate demons and defend the Way.

Daoxuan took Tianchengzi back to the room in the inner courtyard, settled his master, and called Baishi, the little Taoist boy who usually served him. After giving the instructions, he flew out again to take charge of the overall situation on behalf of Tianchengzi.

"Three, thank you very much."

Daoxuan saw that Wan Jianyi was already directing the cleaning of the battlefield and treating the wounded, so he did not come forward. He first saluted the three disciples of Wudang, "Three... uh, two senior brothers and one senior nephew. This Qingyun disaster , Thank you so much for your help, Qingyun Sect will never forget this great kindness."

He remembered what Zhang Xue said just now and changed his words halfway.

"It's easy to talk, it's easy to talk. Senior Brother Daoxuan is polite. Our two factions are just like each other, helping each other. It can be said that we are connected with each other. If one side is in trouble, the other side should come to help."

Zhang Jing is no longer the farm boy who didn't know his words more than ten years ago. He also bows and returns the courtesy, responds with ease, and his manner of speaking is no different from that of the disciple of the head of the Qingyun Sect.

"How are the Qingyun disciples' casualties? I have some Wudang magic medicine called Xiandou, which can revive the dead and flesh and white bones. Senior Brother Daoxuan can grind it into water and feed it to the injured Qingyun sect brothers."

Zhang Jing handed over a small cloth bag, which contained about 30 fairy beans. Yang Gui had given them this before coming. Each of them had one for self-defense.

Now that the battle is over and none of them were injured, they naturally took it out.

"really?"

Daoxuan's eyes lit up. If there was such a magical medicine, the final number of deaths and disabled people in Qingyun Sect would be much less.

"As long as the 'god' is still alive, even a recently deceased person can be revived." Zhang Jing nodded.

"Thank you!"

Daoxuan quickly bowed and took the bag, and ordered his brothers to grind the beans into powder, boil a large pot of water, and give each person a bowl.

He singled out a fairy bean, held it in his arms, and came to Tianchengzi's residence. "Master, the people from the Wudang Sect have given you a magic healing medicine. You should always take it."

"Don't eat, don't eat." Tian Chengzi's voice seemed impatient.

"Master, this..." Daoxuan wanted to persuade him again.

"I said I won't eat. Is our Qingyun Sect weaker than Wudang? Get lost!" Tian Chengzi yelled, and then the sound disappeared.

After a while, Bai Shi came out and said with a wry smile: "Senior Brother Daoxuan, the Master used too much force and passed out again. You'd better leave first. You can stay with Yao. I'll persuade him again when the Master wakes up." he."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you."

Daoxuan was not polite to him. At this time, the war was just over and there were many things to do, so there was really no room for Daoxuan to hesitate.The front hall of Yuqing Palace.

"Junior brother, remember to come and play with me." Lin Chushuang handed Zhang Xue a small piece of jade pendant, saying she wanted to thank him for saving his life.

Zhang Xue blushed and snorted twice, feeling at a loss.

Originally, he thought that he had learned a lot about Yang Gui's style, but he didn't expect that when things got really bad, he would still be far worse than his uncle Taishi in terms of face.

This means that Zhang Sanfeng is not here. If Zhang Sanfeng wants to know what Zhang Xue is thinking, he has to introduce to him the virtues of Yang Gui when he faced Jiang Qingqing.Don't say that you are not thick-skinned enough, and neither is your Grand Master.

At the foot of the mountain, the Demon Cult was escaping.

"Qinglong, restrain the followers and prevent them from killing innocent people indiscriminately, especially ordinary people." Qiu Wangyu said weakly on Qinglong's back.

After being cut in half, ordinary people can still have a breath of life and survive for a period of time, let alone Qiu Wangyu who has practiced "Tian Mo Ce".He sealed the wound with secret techniques and tried to regenerate flesh and blood.

It has to be said that "Tian Mo Ce" is truly a first-class skill in the human world. If Qiu Wangyu's injury was not caused by Zhu Xian, even if it was the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Tianya, this kind of injury would never kill him.

In three to five years at most, Qiu Wangyu will be able to grow another lower body.

Unfortunately, it was Zhu Xian who hurt him.

The sword energy containing the infinite murderous aura of heaven and earth remained, hindering his regeneration.Qiu Wangyu knew in his heart that his life was short-lived, and he would only have three days to live.

"Leader, please stop talking." Qinglong looked sad. It was hard for him to accept that the leader who finally appeared was short-lived.Are the four brothers going to return to the Savage Temple and stay there for hundreds of years until they die?
"If I don't say it now, I won't have time to say it."

Qiu Wangyu did not forget to smile, and then said seriously: "You also know that those two people personally gave the order to not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Now that our holy sect has been defeated in the conquest of Qingyun Sect, if those people are allowed to do it again The two of you came to our door, and the holy religion that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years is about to be lost."

"Yes, I understand." Qinglong gave an order to the congregation.

It's just that the leader's demon flag has fallen down, and it doesn't matter how many people are willing to obey his orders.

But Qinglong only cares about his way and doesn't care about anything else.

After walking for a few more days, Qiu Wangyu's injuries were too severe and he couldn't bear the bumps of the flying wind. He only walked halfway through the journey and finally stopped.

"Brother Long, just stay here, you can't leave."

Qiu Wangyu said in a calm tone.

"Leader, you..." Qinglong hesitated, tears glistening in his eyes.

"Do you still remember what I told you when I went to the Savage Temple?" Qiu Wangyu looked at Qinglong and asked.

"I forgot." Qinglong said truthfully, "I just remember that you were beaten."

"Ah, yes, that is the most important thing to remember."

Qiu Wangyu did not blame Qinglong, but laughed, "Always remember, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. How did he say that, there are green mountains beyond the mountains, and brothels outside the buildings..."

"Ahem..." Qinglong coughed twice, interrupting Qiu Wangyu's words, "Leader, tell me something, tell me something."

"Oh." Qiu Wangyu was about to die, and his mind seemed a little unclear. After Qinglong reminded him, he suddenly realized, "Just stay here, I can't leave."

Qinglong: ...

"Leader, your lower body was cut off, not your brain." It took Qinglong a long time to say this, "Time is limited, please focus on the key points."

"Okay, the position of leader will be passed on to you." Qiu Wangyu followed the good advice.

"How about we talk about not being able to leave."

Qinglong was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot. He was joking. The power of the Demon Cult was unprecedentedly powerful. Now that the leader is dead, all the major forces are falling apart. If he dares to propose to be the leader, he will have to be killed by dozens of other sect members.

He doesn't know "Tian Mo Ce".

"You stopped talking?"

"No more, no more." Qinglong shook his head repeatedly.

"Okay, if you don't tell me, I will."

Only then did Qiu Wangyu say with satisfaction, "This big defeat is all because of my insistence on going my own way. Even though I have seen the abilities of those two people, I still don't believe in evil. I insist on seeing how strong Zhu Xian is, so that I can suffer such a big defeat. I really The most heinous sinner in the history of the Holy Church does not deserve to see the Holy Mother of God after his death."

"Yes, yes, everything you said is right and true. You are heinous." Qinglong kept nodding beside him.

Qiu Wangyu was so angry that he almost died now. Why don't you stop me now?Shouldn't a leader stop him when he is humble?
He turned to look around and found that the twenty or so faction members around him seemed to have such wandering expressions, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"I have committed this grave sin. After my death, you will cremate my body and scatter my ashes around the Shura Pagoda, letting the sun and wind blow to atone for my grave sin today. In the righteous path, there are many unfathomable people, and Shura may not be invincible. This time we retreat to the wilderness and are not allowed to enter the Central Plains for five Jiazi."

Only then did Qinglong tremble, finally feeling the sadness of the leader's death.He thought about the disintegration of the Demonic Cult in the past five or six hundred years, and finally saw the dawn, but he fell unwillingly before the dawn. He knelt down and bowed to the ground, kowtow to Qiu Wangyu.

The rest of the Holy Envoys and Demon Cult members were affected by this and fell to their knees.

Suzaku even burst into tears.

"Little sister, don't cry, we have to be strong." Bai Hu held Suzaku's hand and comforted him sadly, "How can the leader go with peace of mind when he sees us like this?"

"No, second brother, I lost the leader's lower body." Suzaku cried even more sadly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Qiu Wangyu coughed violently, almost coughing out his lungs. After a while, he finally said reluctantly: "Forget it, I'm going to die, so don't worry about the remaining body."

Qiu Wangyu explained some of the funeral affairs intermittently, and finally leaned against the tree trunk, looked up at the sky, and chuckled to himself: "Hey, Shura, Shura..."

Gradually, there was no sound at all.

In the vast land of China, the legendary leader of the Demon Sect died.

People in the Demon Cult fell to their knees one after another, grabbing the ground with their heads and crying loudly.

Regardless of whether it was true or false, the death of the leader Qiu Wangyu was indeed an unbearable loss for them, especially the leaders of these sects, who cried sincerely.

Qiu Wangyu indeed has a very charming personality. At least when he was alive, he convinced everyone.

But after all, the person was dead. The people in the Demon Cult cried for a long time and stood up with their own thoughts.

They were on guard against each other and glanced at their fellow disciples eagerly, as if they were about to start a fight on the spot.

Qinglong had just accepted the leader's entrustment, but he couldn't sit back and watch this happen. He quickly stood up and said coldly with a tiger face: "Why, everyone, the leader just passed away, and you guys..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw two figures falling from mid-air and landing in the circle of people from the Demon Cult.One was wearing a Taoist robe, with disheveled and slovenly hair, while the other was carrying a brown tortoise shell and wearing a pair of strange-shaped black round glasses on his face.

This man was still carrying half of his big crotch on his shoulders. When he saw them, he happily raised it and waved it: "Everyone, which of you has lost this big crotch?"

(End of this chapter)