I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 208 Something strange happened

At night, Brother Han's slight snoring came from the next room.

Zhang Jun sat cross-legged on the bed, took two [Naling Pills] and meditated quietly, silently reciting the Changqing Gong mantra. After a while, Qi and blood surged, and the five internal organs in the body turned into chaos. The medicinal properties of the two fourth-grade pills were absorbed in an instant. .

Through the refinement of medicinal properties, Zhang Jun's Yuan Shen grew rapidly.

There are seven stars surrounding the soul.

As he thought, wisps of sword light appeared around him, and the sword pointed at the seven stars. With the blessing of the starlight, the soul grew further.

Just when he opened his eyes and summoned the Biluo Sword, his mind moved, and the sword's edge suddenly turned into a stream of light, whirling around Zhang Jun's body, and the sword moves became even more wonderful.

Even as Zhang Jun's thoughts flashed, the seven sets of sword moves suddenly burst out and merged into one.

Swordsmanship is no longer limited to the physical form, you can do whatever you want, transforming everything with energy.

This is the imperial period.

One step further up is the transformation stage, when the sword technique will become even more mysterious.

It can be said to be a magical method.

As for the three realms of Tongyou, Chengfei, and Xingxiu, they are even more mysterious.

Then I saw his finger point, and a green seed condensed on the fingertip, which was the core element of Evergreen Technique [Qingyuan Alien Species].

At each level of the small realm, one can condense one more [Qingyuan Alien Species].

Including the previous three, I already have four such seeds in my hand.

This kind of mysterious seed, when planted into the opponent's body, can devour the opponent's cultivation and growth, and unknowingly absorb all his skills. When the time is right, he can plunder all his cultivation essence with just a thought.

Even if the body dies, the [Qing Yuan Alien Species] planted in others can still be reborn.

This thing uses one less.

But the question is, who should I plant a seed in now?

Zhang Jun thought about it, and the first thing he thought of was his third senior brother Huang Mao.

But when he thought that his whole body was covered with curses, he suppressed this thought. Huang Mao was a body of curses and could carry thousands of curses without dying, so he was taught the magic of the devil.

I don't have a cursed body, so if I take away his cultivation, he might even be infected with a curse.

It's simply more terrible than AIDS.

I put this thing away and planned to wait and see.

It would be best to leave this kind of thing on a certain master of the righteous path.

Then he closed his eyes and continued to meditate on [Doumu Sword Technique]

This is the reward after completing the Seven Pigs Sword Art mission.

After just a moment of careful consideration, Zhang Jun stopped moving.

Rather than saying this is a sword technique, it is better to say it is some kind of Taoist technique.

Although the content was all in his mind, it was not easy to comprehend. After studying for a while, Zhang Jun became tired and lay on the bed and snored.

The next morning.

Zhang Jun woke up early.

After breakfast, he asked Qi Dongyang to order some people and prepare to go to West Street.

"Meet Master Zhao."

As soon as they went out, they saw Qi Dongyang and others standing neatly in the courtyard, getting ready to go.

Zhang Jun glanced over. Except for Qi Dongyang, most of the others were not very strong. Only one or two people had reached the Qi gathering state, and the Qi they could gather was only one or two levels.

However, it is undeniable that this team is much better than the Third Division. Whether it is mental appearance, clothing or swords, it is obviously better than the Third Division.

"These are all people from the Sixth Division."

Brother Han whispered.

Among the thirteen divisions of the Golden Scale Guards, the sixth division has the highest preservation of combat effectiveness.

Zhang Jun took office as a new officer and was on duty this week, so it happened that the Sixth Division went to West Street for inspection.

Zhang Jun thought about it, the guy named Lu Shiming came to arrest him, and he said he was going to take him to the Sixth Division.

He estimated in his heart that if Han Shiming had taken him away at that time, [-]% might have sent him directly to Prince Rong's Mansion, [-]% might have found a place to kill him on the spot, and the last [-]% might have actually thrown him into the Sixth Division, and then had to Following Liu Si to West Street, he died inexplicably in the end.

"Not bad, he's in good spirits."

Zhang Jun nodded with a smile, but took a look at the number of people: "I'm afraid this number of people is not large enough."

"Sir, things have not been peaceful over there on West Street lately. We lost two brothers yesterday, and another one got lost."

Qi Dongyang said with cupped hands.

"Is that so? Have the two brothers who died in the line of duty been buried?"

"This……"

Everyone bowed their heads.

"It is rare for people who die on West Street to get their bodies back. It is said that the bodies have been mutated and transformed. Even if they are brought back, they must be burned in the street."

Brother Han opened his mouth to explain.

"Hey, after settling down the family members, I will report it to the commander and try to provide them with as much benefits as possible."

"Thank you sir."

Everyone bowed their hands in thanks.

They have all heard about the matter of the Third Division. Mr. Zhao advanced one year's salary to support the two families. This kind of thing is rare in today's Jinlin Guards. Now that they heard this, the eyes of everyone looking at Zhang Jun changed. Gotta respect it.

The men and horses were fired up and everyone set off.

Walking along Zhuque Street to Taiping Road, Zhang Jun saw a mess of breakfast snacks such as steamed buns and pancakes. He just bought, bought, and ate.

The little breakfast he had in the government office in the morning was not enough to fill his teeth.

Not only do you eat it yourself, but you also buy some more to share with the brothers behind you.

Good guy, when we walked down the street, everyone was burping after eating. In the end, we couldn't eat anymore, so we simply wrapped them in oilcloth and ate them at lunch when we got back.Further along Taiping Road, there were fewer people on the streets.

Not only were there no traces of passers-by, but there were also fewer residential houses on the streets.

Walking west, a huge stone monument stands.

【West Street】

This West Street is also divided into upper, middle and lower streets.

Originally, every street had street signs, but later the hostility became so great that the handwriting was blurred and the street signs disappeared.

So now when people talk about it, they call it West Street.

"Xiang Zhe, Wei Peng, and Zhou Wei, you are responsible for the guard. Chang Hui, Qi Jia, Jin Liangchou, and Xie Mingxuan are responsible for the outer perimeter. The rest are following me."

Qi Dongyang skillfully divided the tasks into tasks.

Then he looked at Zhang Jun: "My lord, are you..."

"I'll go in with you. I can help you if anything happens."

"Thank you sir."

Several people behind Qi Dongyang were obviously relieved.

With Mr. Zhao who can kill evil gods, no matter what dangers lie ahead, it can at least make people feel at ease.

As soon as he entered West Street, Zhang Jun felt uncomfortable all over.

An indescribable feeling, like there are many small insects invisible to the naked eye, drilling into my body everywhere.

Zhang Jun frowned and continued to follow the crowd.

Not long after, I saw the houses being built around it.

The strange thing is that these houses are very small, only one meter high, boxy and uniform in size. They are pocket-sized houses. It is difficult for even a child to live in them, let alone live in them.

As far as the eye can see, such houses are neatly arranged in rows.

The further back you go, the larger the houses become.

At the very back, the house over there is so big that it can no longer be called a house, it should be called a house. It is shrouded in shadows and even Zhang Jun can't see clearly.

This can't help but make people feel like walking into a cemetery.

"These houses total 12, of which 68 correspond to the number of people killed by Emperor Taizu in his later years."

Brother Han whispered.

Zhang Jun couldn't help but take a breath as he looked at the tombstone-like house in front of him.

When I heard Brother Han talk about this last night.

Zhang Jun just thinks this number is a bit big.

But looking at it now, houses of all sizes were standing there, as if countless tombs were standing in front of him.

Even Zhang Jun couldn't help but murmur in his heart, feeling that this Emperor Taizu was nothing, but his expression remained normal and he nodded: "Let's keep going."

Everyone looked at his face.

When I saw that his expression was as normal, I immediately gave him a thumbs up in my heart.

You know, when most people come to West Street for the first time, they will be scared to death just by seeing these houses that look like tombs.

Even some people with weak willpower, after seeing this, have fantasies in their hearts, as if they have returned to the bloody execution ground.

The first three streets are relatively simple. After everyone patrols, they leave guards and light torches and candles.

Qi Dongyang and the others just want to continue going deeper.

The houses here have begun to become a lot larger, enough for an adult to stand in them, but it is just standing and it is difficult to squirm.

Zhang Jun looked at a house, and there was a person's name written on the door.

[Huang Xuzhi, in the second year of Jianxian's reign, embezzled 35 taels of disaster relief money. He will be executed! 】

[Li Han, in the third year of Jianxian's reign, deceived the emperor and falsely reported 15 taels of military pay. He will be executed! 】

Zhang Jun glanced over and found that there were only a few people from the Jianxian era. After that, the era names changed to Yongshengnian, and there were so many people that the end of the street was almost endless.

Then he looked at Brother Han beside him.

"Emperor Yongsheng killed a lot of people."

"Be careful!"

Brother Han immediately lowered his voice and whispered: "Sir, these words are forbidden."

As he spoke, he explained in a low voice: "Back then, Emperor Jianxian was overthrown by his uncle within a few years of his reign, and his whereabouts are unknown. After Emperor Yongsheng came to power, he killed tens of thousands of people in Jianxian's old party. At that time, this place was only half built. , has become an ominous place, Yongsheng Emperor simply included people from the old party and built houses for them together."

Brother Han suddenly remembered something, and said in a voice as small as a mosquito: "It is rumored that Emperor Jianxian was actually dead back then, and the remains of Emperor Jianxian were buried in the innermost part. Therefore, after Emperor Yongsheng, everyone who reigned The emperor holds a big sacrifice every year, which is actually to appease Emperor Jianxian."

Zhang Jun raised his head and looked in the direction Brother Han was pointing. There were clouds in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly even with his eyesight. But as Brother Han said, there seemed to be a huge palace behind it.

At this time, Qi Dongyang, who was walking in front, stopped and looked at the red line drawn with chicken blood on the ground: "Okay, that's it. Let's go back."

The red line is a rope. Generally, when the patrol reaches this place, it is enough. If they go further back, they will no longer be able to enter.

In other words, those who entered never came out.

Zhang Jun nodded, feeling that this was relatively simple, but at this moment, a gong sound suddenly sounded.

In an instant, Zhang Jun felt that the hairs all over his body stood up, and there were countless insects burrowing under his skin.

When he looked up, he saw that the path behind him had disappeared and was shrouded in a layer of white mist.

"Boom boom boom!"

“The bride arrives, the bride smiles, and the bride gets on the big sedan chair.

The officials were crying and making noise, and the mourning hall was really lively.

Officer, officer, run slowly, be careful of your intestines falling..."

A strange song sounded in everyone's ears, and everyone turned pale. Qi Dongyang's eyes widened: "It's broken, we've hit something strange!"

(End of this chapter)