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Chapter 177 Jiang Li's Immortal Journey with Yujian, Will Not Make Marquis Wu and His Son Satisfied! (seeking subscription)
"Jiang Li, you didn't dedicate the whispering magpie to Emperor Jing?"

The cold moon hangs high, at the foot of the Gufeng Mountain, in a tent of the army of the middle road, the people of Anmang Duhufu sit around the campfire and share the roasted Mangzhou sheep.

The one-year-old mang sheep are peeled and cleaned, and fed with secret ingredients for three hours, to remove the mutton and fishy smell, and roasted to produce thick fat. The outer skin is golden and crisp, and the inner is tender and juicy. soft.

The big black dog exerted fierce force on a whole roasted leg of lamb, and his mouth was full of oil, but he still didn't forget to ask Jiang Li about the situation of meeting the saint today, "Marquis Wu is really beyond my expectations, is this person really Is it a master of Confucianism, strict with self-discipline, self-denial and dedication to the public? The eldest son is about to die, but he didn't ask for mercy!"

"Marquis Wu's performance in the court today is indeed well-behaved and moral, which is admirable!"

Jiang Li shaved a piece of roast meat from the lamb ribs, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, suddenly smiled and said: "If you hadn't caught the whispering magpie, I'm afraid I would be moved by Wuhou's actions today, trust him three points!"

"Wang? You say Marquis Wu is acting?"

The big black dog jumped up with a whoosh, and said excitedly: "Yes, he asked to see Jiang Xuanluo, he must want to take the opportunity to save him, or arrange a substitute to quietly replace his eldest son, let's surround him now, Maybe you can get all the stolen goods directly!"

"Agou, you should honestly chew on your bones. How could Marquis Wu be so stupid, not to mention whether he has the guts. Could it be that Emperor Jing didn't have a little defense?"

The deer demon pouted. It was lying on the ground gnawing on the wild fruit that it didn't know where to find, drooling sourly.

"With Marquis Wu as a man, it is impossible for him to risk the disapproval of the world and rescue or replace him, but I believe that his behavior in the court today is definitely not as simple as it appears!"

Shangguan Qingyan thought for a while, she was pardoned by Emperor Jing as a guest of the Mo family, as if an invisible shackle had been released, and her expression was not as cold as before.

"Marquis Wu will not just watch Jiang Xuanluo be executed by Ling Chi!"

Jiang Li put down the meat-picking knife, took a sip of rough tea, the warm tea flowed down his throat, a little greasy in his mouth was gone, his whole body was refreshed, and his spirit was lifted.

Although the whispering magpie is the unique bird and beast of the He Lou family, Jiang Li does not believe that Jiang Shirong did not intervene in it.

The He Lou family is far away in the south of the Great Zhou, so it is impossible to know everything that happened in the northwest of the wilderness in such a short period of time.

Now that Marquis Wu had already made up his mind to create the illusion of Jiang Xuanluo's death in battle and bring him back to Da Zhou.

It is absolutely impossible to really stand by.

That's why he didn't take out the Whispering Magpie.

Jiang Li recalled all the details of being in the palace today, and suddenly his heart moved slightly.

Why did Jiang Shirong have to exchange Jiang Xuanluo's corpse with Emperor Jing?
"Miss Yuntao, you are a successful ghost fairy, and you have been reincarnated as a Taoist and martial artist. Do you know the methods of being a fairy?" Jiang Li asked.

"Human Immortal, uh, Human Immortal's fist can reach heaven and earth, can sense the sun, moon and stars, and achieve an impeccable body. Although he became immortal with martial arts, he also gave birth to many incredible supernatural powers!"

Yun Tao was holding a leg of lamb, eating like a big black dog. She chewed and said inarticulately: "The realm of human beings is different, and so is their supernatural power. Compared with martial saints, beginners can separate the spirit from the body. Those who are confident can even go to cross the thunder calamity and cultivate both Taoism and martial arts.

Even if you don't turn into a ghost fairy, you can still have some supernatural powers that can only be possessed by Lei Jie ghost fairy, such as suppressing spirits.

High-level immortals can also fly into the sky and escape the earth, swim freely in the void, break through the infinite space and enter another world.can even interfere with matter and time
Immortals at the peak can be derived from flesh and blood, and dust is immortal.Incarnate into hundreds of millions, reborn from a drop of blood, almost immortal..."

"Human immortals have such great power!"

Jiang Li was amazed when he heard this.

"That's nature, otherwise how can it be called a fairy?"

Yun Tao nodded and said: "Although they are both human beings, the junior human beings and the peak human beings exist in two levels of worlds. Throughout the entire Middle Ages, few people can reach the peak level of human beings. !"

"Since peak human immortals can be born from flesh and blood, and motes are immortal, can they also have the ability to bring back life?" Jiang Li thought for a while.

"That's natural. As long as the peak immortals are willing, they can even create a world. Of course, the ghosts and immortals of the Nine Tribulations can do it!"

Yun Tao raised her head and looked at Jiang Li, "It is said that the qi meridian has been cultivated to the level of a human immortal or a ghost of the Nine Tribulations, and it has almost the same power. It seems that it can be even stronger!"

"In this way, if Jiang Shirong has already touched the threshold of the immortal, he should also have the power to suppress or even seal the soul. If he can be promoted to a high-level immortal in the future and interfere with matter and time, will he be able to resurrect Jiang Xuanluo?" Jiang Li said.

"Do you suspect that Marquis Wu wants to revive Jiang Xuanluo in the future and reshape his body?"

The fox demon Yuntao put down the roast leg of lamb in his hand, pondered for a moment and said: "If he can cultivate to the level of a high-level immortal, it is indeed possible, but the premise is that Jiang Xuanluo can survive Ling Chi's torture and still maintain the cohesion and harmony of his soul. Stablize!"

"Beat Ling Chi? Haha, it's absolutely impossible. Even a martial artist might not be able to keep his mind and soul sober and stable after undergoing Ling Chi's torture. I'm afraid he will become an idiot or a lunatic!" The deer demon resolutely said.

"Others may not be able to, but Jiang Shirong may have other means to help Jiang Xuanluo get over the pain of Ling Chi!"

Jiang Li shook his head, his eyes were getting colder, he stared at the burning bonfire in front of him, and remained silent.

Jiang Xuanluo is the son of the eldest wife He Loushi, and has not participated in He Loushi's plot to assassinate his mother.

Therefore, before the Liangzhou camp was attacked, Jiang Li never took Jiang Xuanluo to heart.

This isn't slighting, it's just unnecessary.

But at this moment, seeing that Jiang Xuanluo was likely to escape punishment and come back to life with the help of Marquis Wu, he felt extremely unwilling.

Jiang Xuanluo is the son of Marquis Zhenwu.

The more than [-] soldiers who died in the wilderness in the northwest were also the sons, fathers, husbands, and brothers of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty...

If they died on the battlefield just because Jiang Xuanluo was not capable enough, Jiang Li might not care too much.

But all these losses were only due to Jiang Xuanluo's impulsiveness, and because of his personal grievances, he dragged the Liangzhou General Camp and even the five-way army that entered the wilderness into the abyss.

Can such guilt be escaped?

Sensing the killing intent in Jiang's heart, the magic knife Rentu placed on the ground beside him also trembled slightly.

The aura of destruction rose slowly, and everyone around them trembled in their hearts.

"It's not difficult to see what Marquis Wu is going to do!"

The Cyan Bull Demon opened his mouth, spit out a small shuttle-shaped sword, and flew up and down around his demon body.

The small sword is three inches long, with a green body and a smooth surface, without any rune marks or ancient compilations of Taoism, let alone any fluctuations in spiritual thoughts.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, everyone's perception would not even be aware of the existence of the small shuttle-shaped sword.

It was as if there was just a light and shadow flickering in the air.

"When I was young, I was an ordinary buffalo in a farmer's family. At that time, it was a troubled time in the Seven Kingdoms, and there were constant wars. I was also requisitioned by the army, and I was dragged to the deep mountains to carry stones and build castles.

"Several sergeants and hundreds of soldiers accidentally opened a tomb buried in a rocky mountain. They became greedy and dragged me into the tomb to search for treasures, but was poisoned to death by the miasma inside. I am a strong man and survived. .”

The green bull demon said: "After the miasma dissipated, I woke up, accidentally swallowed a plant of fairy grass, and picked up a few treasures, this shuttle sword is one of them.

The material of this thing is ordinary, its hardness is not even comparable to that of ordinary weapons, but it can absorb all the fluctuations of breath, and the thoughts of soul and soul are attached to it, hiding in the dark, even the peak martial saints can't detect it! "

Saying that, the small shuttle-shaped sword flew up from the Cyan Bull Demon, and landed lightly in Jiang Li's hand.

Jiang Li separated a sliver of divine thought into the Shuojian, and found that there was another universe inside it. There were countless lines engraved on the walls of the sword, driven by the movement of soul thoughts, and it flew up with a whoosh.

Shuttle in mid-air like a shadow, the speed is extremely fast.

If it is true, as the green bull demon said, all fluctuations in the breath will be suppressed, making it difficult to detect.

However, the weakness is also obvious. It cannot protect the divine sense attached to it like other magic weapons.

Once smashed by a martial arts master, the divine sense will be severely injured, or even completely destroyed.

"What do seniors want to exchange this item with me?"

Jiang Li clasped his fists and asked.

The fox demon Yuntao and the green bull demon were sent by Yunxi to help him, but it doesn't mean that he can requisition the magical weapons of the two demons at will.

"I want to exchange it for your Flood Dragon Sect's energy inheritance!" said the Cyan Bull Demon.

"Inheritance of air veins?"

Jiang Li was a little surprised when he heard this.

In the Middle Ages, there were countless inheritances, but for monsters, cultivating Taoism was the only choice.

Only when the divine mind is condensed and formed, and after the baptism of thunder, can the corpse be dissected into a human being.

Some monsters are powerful in their own bodies, and they will only learn from the inheritance of martial arteries to temper their fleshy bodies. In the future, they will be reincarnated into adults, and the monster body can also be used as a possessed clone.

"Jiang Li, you don't know that Master Niu is very senior. His status in Wanhu Mountain is second only to the old fox king and Yunxi demon king. He can be reincarnated long ago!"

The big black dog secretly sent a voice transmission: "But Master Niu wants to follow the path of the ancient desolate demon and prove the truth with a demon body, but it is a pity that he was originally just a mortal cow. After eating the fairy grass, the blood of his body changed, but his potential is limited. Fifty years ago, the physical body did not have any effort!"

"The desolate demon refines the body, and the demon body proves the way!"

Jiang Li was surprised and couldn't help admiring him.

The cultivation path of the Cyan Bull Demon is simple to say, to use the demon body to cultivate to the realm of human immortality.

It is the most difficult choice among the Yaozu.

"I was born in an ordinary family with limited potential in my physical body. I reached the peak of my energy and blood ten years ago. As my lifespan is consumed, my blood energy will decrease in a few years, and my physical body will decline. Natural talents and earthly treasures are rare, and they will have more and more effects on me. The younger you are, the more you want to try the Qimai method!"

The Green Bull Demon doesn't shy away from it either: "If I can re-stimulate the potential of my physical body with the aid of Qi, maybe I can take a few more steps forward. Even if I fail, I can continue my physical bloodline through reproduction, and my descendants will be infinitely scarce." Also, one day I will be able to reproduce the divine power of the ancient desolate monster!"

"Senior wants to cultivate the Qi meridian, but this junior will be able to do it!"

With a flash of Jiang Li's Sumeru Ring, all the classics on the inheritance of Qi veins obtained from Linghe Castle were given to the Cyan Bull Demon.

"Please protect me, everyone!"

Jiang Li sat cross-legged, his thoughts flew out from the top of his head, and all of them fell into the Shuojian. With a movement in his heart, the Shuojian immediately floated up, and flew out of the tent with a whoosh, heading towards the cell tens of miles away.

Under the night, the entire camp in the middle road was enveloped by extremely strong blood evil spirit.

Looking from the perspective of Yinshen Wandering Soul, all you can see is a sea of ​​blood-red hot rising poison.

The ascetics did not dare to approach the barracks for hundreds of miles before they became ghosts and immortals.

Even if the wandering soul of Yin God stops far away, once it is collided and contaminated by the blood evil spirit surging in all directions following the sergeant's drill.

At the least, the soul trembles violently and the pain is unbearable; at the worst, the original source is greatly damaged until it disappears into ashes.

Even ghosts and immortals who are successful in cultivating the Tao, with their spiritual thoughts attached to the magic weapon, should be careful when entering the barracks.

Once someone notices, the Martial Art Realm martial artist mobilizes the blood evil energy to condense the offensive with the artistic conception of boxing, even a level of thunder and ghosts will also drink hatred.

Jiang Li's realm of Taoism is not high, he is only a minor cultivator in the realm of gods and objects.

In this state, a cultivator can only use his soul to attach to the magic weapon, drive the artifact, and carry out physical attacks. The soul of the body is not cohesive, and he relies heavily on the magic weapon.

Normally speaking, it is absolutely impossible to control the magic weapon and fly around in the thick and substantial blood evil spirit.

I'm afraid that as soon as the soul leaves the body, before it can enter the magic weapon, it will be overwhelmed by the boundless blood and burn into nothingness.

But Jiang Li's way of practicing Taoism is "Taiqing Yuandao-Golden Light Pillar Ditong Tiangong" by Tiangang 36 Shentong Shenyou Taixu.

Take yourself as the light, condense the golden light, and reflect the stars in the sky.

There are billions of stars in the sky, and he is the most prosperous one.

The golden light is bred by the soul, like the rising sun jumping out of the sea, spreading vitality and reflecting the world of Kyushu.

Although it is not a thunder ghost ghost fairy, it has its own vitality and yang energy.

It has a strong ability to resist the blood qi and yang evil emerging from the body of thousands of warriors.

At the same time, he is instilled with the literary energy of the sages and sages, and he has a great righteousness to protect the soul, and can also cover his breath for him, so that he will not be invaded by the ubiquitous and ubiquitous blood energy and yang evil in all directions.

And the formation patterns inside Shuojian will also restrain the fluctuation of breath for him, and isolate the blood evil from the outside world.

But even so, Jiang Li still has a feeling that he is walking on thin ice, and if he is not careful, he will fall into a place of eternal doom.

He manipulated the shuttle sword, and walked cautiously along the ground.

Try to avoid crowded places along the way.

"Ho!"

"what!"

"Kill kill kill!"

All over the barracks, in the martial arts arenas, hundreds of Da Zhou soldiers were shirtless, exposing their strong and powerful muscles, shouting and practicing.

Under the order of the Military Officer Academy, they drew their swords, punched them, waved their halberds and shot arrows at the same time.

The blood energy surrounding the school grounds was aroused by the soldiers' fists, halberds, and arrows, and turned into huge blood fists, fierce knives, halberd blades, and arrows. They blasted far away, and even stirred up endless waves of bloody evil. Surge, hit each other.

Jiang Li tried his best to avoid it, but he was inevitably swept up by the aftermath of the blood demon. The heavy and ferocious coercion enveloped all his thoughts, causing great mental oppression.

It even caused some instinctive fear in his heart, wanting to retreat and return to the flesh.

But in the next moment, the numerous bones and flesh and blood on the wilderness appeared in his mind.

Many of the more than 30 living Da Zhou Erlang are the same age as him, and they are all the most beautiful and vigorous periods in life.

But because of Jiang Xuanluo's selfishness and willfulness, Mangyuan died tragically.

The fire pile burning the bones of the soldiers stretched for an unknown number of miles, and the flames soared into the sky, burning for nine days and nine nights.

The bones of some soldiers were completely integrated into the wilderness under the trampling of iron hooves, making it difficult to find.

Jiang Li's thoughts turned sideways, and the Shuo sword went forward without hesitation, rushing towards a sky-high smoke of energy.

Straight into the nine sky clouds, there is a huge stone building built of blue boulders, in which all the death row prisoners who were disadvantaged in the Northern Expedition and committed serious crimes were imprisoned.

Jiang Xuanluo was also imprisoned.

Around the stone building, thousands of sergeants stand with halberds and knives, closely defending, and there are many powerful auras, dormant in the place.

Even if it is a strong martial artist, it is difficult to escape.

The shuttle sword was close to the ground, slowly walking in the grass, and quietly swam past the feet of the soldiers, then rose against the wall of the stone building, and entered through the ventilation hole of the stone building.

There are more than [-] closed cells in the huge stone building, half of which are held by criminals.

Jiang Li almost didn't need to search, and immediately locked on to Jiang Xuanluo's location.

Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong's spirit energy was so intense that it was difficult not to notice it. The billowing energy enveloped one side like mercury, forcing all ghosts and immortals back.

Jiang Li's spiritual thoughts are full of golden light, and the Shuo sword is even more breathless and waveless.

However, Jiang Shirong's peak martial saint aura still made it difficult for Jiang Li to breathe, and his spirit was always under great pressure and tension.

It's like a traveler submerged in the quicksand of the silt swamp and unable to breathe.

Jiang Li's mind was tense, almost "gritting his teeth and holding his breath", and slowly approached the deepest cell in the stone building, and slipped in through the gap at the bottom of the stone door.

Inside the prisoner stood a thick cross wooden frame. Jiang Xuanluo, whose limbs and tendons had been severed, was tightly bound by iron chains to the cross wooden frame. He was listless and dying, his eyes full of despair and terror.

"Father, it's the child's fault. I shouldn't have disobeyed the warnings of my father and Manager Qiu, but the reason why I have fallen into such a situation is absolutely inseparable from Jiang Li. He must have deliberately designed to lure me into the urn!"

Jiang Xuanluo raised his blood-stained face, his handsome and martial face, which was almost like Jiang Shirong's, was full of anger and ferocious unwillingness.

"Luo Er, I am very disappointed for my father!"

Jiang Shirong stood with his back upright, his fingers slid across the prisoner's wall lightly, and the wall that was originally as solid as steel fell down like sand.

In a few moments, a complete map of the northwest of the wilderness was clearly presented in front of Jiang Xuanluo.

Among them are not only all the topography and landforms of Mangyuan, but also the marching routes of Liangzhou General Camp, Left and Right Wing Army and Jiang Li.

Jiang Shirong pointed to the battle map carved on the wall, and asked: "Your military strategy was enlightened by me personally. When you failed in command and abandoned your troops, did you have any real reflection? Have you ever really thought about it in your mind?" Figure out where I went wrong? What might be Jiang Li's marching route?"

"I……"

Jiang Xuanluo opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Ever since he learned that the Mang army had attacked the Liangzhou headquarters, he had been completely terrified.

I just want to return to aid as soon as possible and recover some losses and mistakes.

After being ambushed by the reckless soldiers, seeing the loss of fighting spirit of the soldiers under his command, he just thought about how to get rid of his guilt and wait for his father's rescue.

"It doesn't matter if you make a mistake in leading the army. How can a person who achieves a great event not go through hardships to truly realize his epiphany!"

"It's only 30 soldiers, so what if it's 300 million, everyone in the world is an ant, with a little life, they can reproduce endlessly!"

Jiang Shirong turned around slowly, with disappointment in his eyes, "But you experienced setbacks, but you didn't have any real reflection. Instead, you blamed others for all your crimes? Although Jiang Li was stubborn, the layout of this march was meticulous and bold. The Father will also be amazed!"

"Father... the child knows his mistake!"

Jiang Xuanluo blushed, feeling ashamed.

Especially Jiang Shirong's admiration for Jiang Li's marching layout, every one of them was like a whip soaked in salt water, slapping his face fiercely.

It's not that he didn't realize the mistake, and really ignored Jiang Li's marching strategy.

The pride in his heart made it difficult for him to accept such a situation.

Born in Zhenwuhou's Mansion, he naturally knew the difference in treatment he and Jiang Li had enjoyed since childhood.

He was personally taught by Marquis Wu since he was a child, and many famous teachers, generals, and civil servants taught him various knowledge methods, experience and vision.

And watch Jiang Li again?
Jiang Xuanluo shook his head, unwilling to think about it.

He just refused to accept, how could a humble bastard surpass him.

"Father, give me one more chance. I just made a temporary mistake. I will definitely surpass Jiang Li and make up for my mistakes!" Jiang Xuanluo pleaded urgently.

"There is no such possibility. You have blatantly violated the court's military law and committed a heinous crime. Even though I am a marquis, I have no way to intercede with Emperor Jing and save you!"

Jiang Shirong shook his head slowly: "Luoer, you must die, and you must die in the eyes of the world!"

"Father, I can't, that's Ling Chi, Ling Chi!"

Jiang Xuanluo turned pale with fright when he heard the words, and his spirit was almost scattered in fright. He struggled desperately and screamed, and the iron chains crashed violently.

"Silence!"

Jiang Shirong frowned, shouted coldly, and the shocking pressure fell, and the whole stone building seemed to be shaken to pieces.

Jiang Xuanluo's spirit seemed to be hit hard, his complexion was pale, the blood in his chest surged, and blood was spurted out from his mouth, and his whole body became even more sluggish.

The soul is also in a situation of dissipating at any time.

"Soul Soul!"

Jiang Shirong took a step forward, pointed a finger at Jiang Xuanluo's forehead, and tapped lightly, a strange wave of power spread out from his fingertips, forming ripples visible to the naked eye, converging in Jiang Xuanluo's mind.

"what"

Jiang Xuanluo let out a soft cry, and in an instant, his soul that was about to collapse suddenly gathered together and was tightly wrapped by a mysterious force.

Like a kind of eternal protection, there is also a long-lost peace in my heart.

"I have already suppressed your soul!"

Jiang Shirong withdrew his finger, and there was a kind of fatigue between his brows, as if the finger just now consumed his great spirit and strength.

"In the future, no matter what you suffer, even if your physical body is exhausted and corrupted, your soul will be imprisoned in your physical body forever, and there will be no possibility of your soul flying and being annihilated!" Jiang Shirong said.

"Suppressing the spirit?"

Jiang Xuanluo was stunned when he heard the words, and his face immediately showed ecstasy: "Father, have you become a fairy!"

"It's just touching some Qi machines, and there is still a long way to go before being a real immortal, but I have also realized some principles of the Dao and the use of spirit.

"However, this time to suppress the spirit for you, it is a forceful leapfrog performance, which hurts some of the origin, and the time to be promoted to Immortal may have to be extended for some time!"

Jiang Shirong said calmly.

"Father, it's all the child's fault!"

Jiang Xuanluo is not a stupid person, knowing that his father's loss this time is by no means as simple as what he said in words.

The emotions of regret and gratitude in my heart also became more intense.

"Father wants to keep my soul, and after you become a fairy in the future, you can reshape my physical body with supernatural powers!"

Jiang Xuanluo thought for a while, and said anxiously: "But even if my soul is suppressed by my father, and Ling Chi's torture is imposed on me, I can't bear it. I'm not a martial artist, and my soul and spirit can't bear that kind of pain and suffering."

"I have an Anxi powder here, which can isolate you from all physical perception for three days and three nights. You can get through it safely by taking this medicine before the torture is carried out."

Jiang Shirong flicked his fingers, and a pill flew into Jiang Xuanluo's mouth, "It's just that on the day of the execution, you still have to put on a show to avoid being discovered!"

"Father, don't worry, the child knows what to do!"

Jiang Xuanluo pressed the elixir under his tongue, and his heart finally fell down.

Although he still had to face bloody scenes, he was able to survive after all.

"Do it yourself!"

Jiang Shirong shook his head lightly, turned around and pushed open the door, and stepped out. The Three Tiger Guards and the guests of Yinwu Pavilion were all waiting outside the camp.

In order to exchange for Jiang Xuanluo's bones, he would run thousands of miles to retrieve the head of the Dugu leader of the Tuoba royal family.

"Jiang Li, I lost to you once, but I will never lose again. During these years when my soul was imprisoned in the corpse, I will reflect on everything and figure out everything!"

Jiang Xuanluo gritted his teeth and sneered: "In my mind, there are countless martial arts and Taoist inheritances. There are also many martial arts insights and methods of fighting. I will not waste time. I will definitely be able to surpass you. Everything I lost today , I will snatch it from your hands in the future, and trample you under my feet!"

Jiang Xuanluo was filled with resentment, and the iron chains on his body trembled greatly, as if to show the degree of resentment in his heart.

But he didn't notice that a small shuttle sword circled around him lightly, then slipped into the gap of the prisoner's stone door and disappeared.

Ok?
Why do you feel that the elixir under the tongue has hardened a lot?
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