My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 402 Hearing about Sun En again

There is no doubt that the ancient demon in front of him has an extremely close connection with the original Taoist sect.

And unlike what Zhu Houcong had speculated before, the sun in front of him belonged to the old gods of the six days and was rejected by the pure Qi of the three days now.

On the contrary, the thing in front of me can use the three-day Qingqi technique so smoothly... No - not completely.

Zhu Houcong felt the aura of the six-day old spirit from the object in front of him that was similar to that from the Jingguan where the object had been sealed.

The spells used by the opponent are not only immune to the control of the three days of pure Qi, but also have the shadow of the six days of old Qi.

It is really unheard of and unheard of.

Zhu Houcong looked at the purple divine lights around him that were uncontrollably bypassing the evil god in front of him.

As soon as Fang Su turned his hand, the three-day Qing Qi spell immediately changed its direction and stabbed towards Zhu Houcong.

"..."

Zhu Houcong dodged to avoid it.

Fortunately, his own cultivation level is still there, and the spiritual energy around his body is circulating. The monk's magic, which is different from the local Taoism in this world, immediately condenses a mysterious fire shield to protect him.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Zhu Houcong blocked the blow in front of him.

And saw the cultivation spell performed by Zhu Houcong.

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of Yang Hou, who transformed into a beautiful woman in front of him.

The technique in Zhu Houcong's hands was a cultivation system that she had never seen before.

Its method of using the spiritual power of heaven and earth is completely different from previous systems.

"Very interesting spell-"

The beautiful woman in front of her said softly.

But the look in her eyes was just surprise. After all, blocking a blow from her in her current state was not something to be proud of. Her real killer move was yet to come——

From this underground water vein specially built by the Han people, Yanghou drew a steady stream of energy to repair itself, although a few people there wanted to cut off the connection between the water vein and Yanghou.

But they obviously underestimated the strength of the evil dragon kept by the Han people in the river.

Accompanied by the huge roar of the dragon hitting the earth wall.

The blood river under her feet also surged into waves at the same time, and blood swords shot out at Zhu Houcong.

When the waves rose, they also covered her body. When the waves fell, Zhu Houcong looked up again. The beautiful woman with a long snake tail, the head of a human and the body of a snake, had turned into a woman wearing armor and holding a long sword. Go's male warrior image.

The man in front of him wears a bronze iron helmet, strong armor, and holds a long sword.

His whole body was stained with blood, his long sword was full of gaps, and his whole body was covered in dust. He did not look like the usual victorious generals in Han and Tang Dynasty murals who returned from victory, with bright helmets and arrogant warriors.

Instead, he looked like a defeated general who had just lost a battle and luckily escaped from the battlefield with his life.

"Six days old spirit——"

Zhu Houcong looked at the divine residence in front of him and whispered in his mouth.

The old spirit of the Six Heavens refers to the dead generals of defeated armies and the dead soldiers of rebellious armies. Men are called generals and women are called madams. They lead the ghost soldiers, the army marches and stops, travels around the world, is good at performing majestic and blessings, takes charge of temples and houses, and asks people to worship in shrines. He disturbed the people, slaughtered three animals, spent tens of thousands of dollars, and wasted all his property. Instead of receiving his blessing, he suffered from its troubles and died in vain, which cannot be counted...

The Yang Hou in front of him undoubtedly fits Zhang Daoling's description of those abominable ghosts and gods in heaven that roam the world and rule this land from all directions.

With the Yang Hou in front of him, he finally drew enough power from the underground water veins that Zhang Fawei had not completely cut off.

And the ghosts and gods in front of him are full of the anger and unwillingness of all defeated armies in the past and the dying.

With the Yin Shang military general in front of him, who was surrounded by resentment and whose eyes were full of scarlet angry light, even earlier ghosts and gods were waving Chang Ge.

On the stone wall in the surrounding darkness, the sacrificial patterns that were carefully carved by the Han court depicting the six heavenly spirits and the millions of gods ringing Gong Taiyi lit up at the same time at this moment.

The rays of light were so powerful that they once even overshadowed the scorching sun that Zhu Houcong had just summoned to clear the way for Zhang Fawei and others.

Feeling the growing aura of the ghosts and gods in front of him, Zhu Houcong knew that he could no longer wait any longer.

He had to deal with the disaster before it fully resurfaced. "The great sun is full of panic!"

But as Zhu Houcong's voice fell in the vast stone hall, the golden spear in his hand had no time to truly condense.

The ghosts and gods in front of him have already come to kill him.

Zhu Houcong threw the King of Qin Sword, hoping to stop the ghost and god in front of him.

King Qin's sword transformed into hundreds of silver-white sword lights in the air.

This is the new ability that King Qin Jian has gained since stabbing Zhu Houcong in the back in another world.

This white sword seemed to be related to someone's destiny that had been lost for hundreds of years. It was extremely sharp and could cut through anything.

Even those wizards who were comparable to the alchemy monks were like chopping melons and vegetables in front of these sword energies.

But today, in the Han-Tibetan underground palace located somewhere in Liaodong.

Zhu Houcong once again saw the scene that had caused headaches for three generations of emperors in the East China Sea.

The ghost and god named Yanghou in front of him seemed to be real, but when the Qin King's sword fell, it seemed to be an illusion. It slashed directly through his body to the stone wall behind him, leaving long lines on the stone wall. The sword marks broke the Liutian Guqi sacrificial inscriptions erected by the Han people at the waist.

Virtual reality transformation?

wrong!

Seeing the Liutian Gugui charging toward him with a long sword, Zhu Houcong had no choice but to raise the spear in his hand that had not yet completely condensed to meet the enemy.

The bodies of the two sides intertwined at a speed that Zhang Fawei and others could not capture at all.

For a moment, he watched the half of the golden spear left in his hand slowly dissipate in his hand, turning into golden dust and flying away.

Zhu Houcong finally knew how the thing behind him had escaped the previous attack from King Qin's sword.

"The same spell as Sun En——"

Zhu Houcong touched his cheek with his right hand.

There was a purple-black wound two fingers long, like silk thread, emitting a faint black smoke.

A faint trace of blood flowed from it, as the index finger of Zhu Houcong's right hand brushed over it.

There was an angry cry from the sergeant before his defeat.

Zhu Houcong turned around and looked at the ghost behind him who was regrowing his left arm in a visible way to the naked eye, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Is the Corpse Executioner——?"

Although the Zhijie Immortal was nominally founded by Ge Hong during the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the legend of the Zhijie Immortal has been circulating in the land of Jingchu since the Pre-Qin Dynasty. If we dig deeper, the origin of the inheritance of its magic techniques becomes a mystery.

In that era when there was no trace of the three-day pure energy, the six-day demons and ghosts ruled the earth.

It is impossible to say that it has anything to do with these remnants of the old heaven.

"Sun En...that little Taoist priest, I know he-"

He felt the undisguised coldness on the boy in front of him at this moment.

The six-day old ghost did not realize the danger. On the contrary, he thought that he had grasped the upper limit of the young man in front of him.

And can handle it easily.

His tone became relaxed and playful again.

He waved the bronze Changge in his hand, pointed it at the young man who once again grasped the King of Qin Sword in front of him, turned around slowly, and said as if preparing for the next attack.

"Not only have I met him, I have also met his father and his brother here -"

"Their family prayed to me for the legendary magic that can lead to immortality."

"And it seems that he wants to pursue the legendary elixir of immortality that was abandoned by the First Emperor and was just collected after exhausting the financial resources of the two Han Dynasties."

(End of this chapter)