Great Dao Ji

This chariot is made of fine basswood and steel. It can withstand the sniping of strong crossbows and strong bows, but how can it withstand the piercing of flying swords?

Swish~

Like a sharp blade piercing through paper, it pierced the old woman and the girl in brocade clothes together!

Ruthless and indifferent, like a devil!

"Ah, ah!"

Witnessing this scene, the original owner's obsession was completely crazy: "Devil, you are a devil!"

"Devil?"

Mu Longcheng chewed on the screams in the depths of his soul and savored his thoughts.

Ruthless?

Indifferent?

Not really.

He just couldn't have even a trace of empathy with this stranger of an unknown race in an unknown world.

"Give me back my body, give me back my body!" The obsession was still roaring and howling.

"Oh?"

Mu Longcheng smiled, indifferent and calm: "Then, I'll give it back to you!"

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, Ma Shisan suddenly fell into the mud, and severe pain surged from all parts of his body, and he trembled all over.

But what made him incredible was that the devil actually gave his body back to him.

"Why, why?"

In the severe pain, Ma Shisan couldn't help but have a doubtful thought.

But the next moment, his expression changed drastically, and he raised his head suddenly, and saw a purple lightning coming from the distant sky.

In less than a thousandth of a second, he felt the indescribable pain coming.

The whole body flew up, and then, it was completely crushed into meat paste!

In the last moment when his consciousness was shrouded in absolute darkness, Ma Shisan heard an extremely angry cold shout:

"Die!"

Boom!

First, the sword light broke through the air, and then there was the sound of breaking through the air like thunder.

The wind suddenly blew violently, pressing down dozens of miles of forests and trees, and countless mud, blood, and body parts were blown into the air.

"My son!"

In the wind, a middle-aged man in a black python robe and a purple gold crown stepped down from the sky with a sad face, and his long sleeves swept away the hurricane.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Reaching out to hold his little son who fell into the mud and looked unaware, Chen Baxian was in great pain and roared like thunder:

"Wu***, you dare to kill my son, this is your way to death!!!"

The murderous aura was like fire, burning the surrounding water vapor.

After a few moments, a group of figures wrapped in sword light came from the sky, and seeing the mud here, all their expressions changed.

"My Lord..."

An old man with a purple face and long beard walked out from the crowd, glanced at the messy scene, and said solemnly: "Do you want me to use my Taoist magic to find out what happened?"

Holding the unconscious child, Chen Baxian nodded gloomily.

The old man bowed, took out a palm-sized round mirror, recited a few words, and then reached out to wipe the round mirror.

The next moment, light from the round mirror was projected into the air, reproducing what had happened before.

"Is it the groom?"

The old man was stunned, and the others were also in doubt: "A mere groom, how could he have such a strange magic"

"There must be an evil demon who was reborn in the groom's body! Zhou Wenyu, this matter is left to you, and you must find out the origin of this evil demon!"

Chen Baxian took a deep breath, murderous: "If this marquis knew the identity of this evil demon, I would definitely slaughter his clan and destroy his sect!"

The purple-faced old man was a little embarrassed, but still bowed and responded: "Yes!"

"Du Mingsen!"

Chen Baxian gave another order, his face gloomy: "I want you to integrate the army, otherwise the Japanese marquis will attack Wu!"

A tall middle-aged man hesitated to speak, but could only nod in response.

"Send my son back to the mansion, I will go to Wu in person!"

Chen Baxian narrowed his eyes, revealing a murderous look:

"Kill my daughter, hurt my son, I want Wujiang to repay you ten thousand times!"

...

Among the 84,000 vassal states in Dayong, Chen is not outstanding, and its territory, population, and economy are not worthy of praise.

But that is only relatively speaking. In fact, Chen has hundreds of millions of people and a population of more than 2 billion.

The location of the Marquis City is fertile land of 100,000 miles and surrounded by eight rivers. It can be said to be rich.

The mansion of Marquis Chen is even more vast and huge, covering thousands of acres.

There are tens of thousands of slaves, maids, and guards serving alone, just like a city within a city.

"It's been seven days, why hasn't the young master woken up yet?"

"God bless you, the young master must not get into trouble..."

"Young master..."

In the southeast corner of the Chen Marquis Mansion, in a quiet courtyard, dozens of maids were waiting anxiously.

They are all servants serving Chen Hou's eighteenth son, 'Chen Xian'. If something happens to their master, their status will plummet.

Although the young master has been stupid since childhood, he is a direct descendant after all. They serve the young master and their status is high among the servants.

If the young master is gone, I don't know where they will be sent.

Seeing that the master has been unconscious for seven days, how can they not be uneasy?

Until the doctor in the mansion went out with a look of surprise and ordered everyone to boil medicine, the maids breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed.

"One country serves one surname. Although it is a marquis, it is far inferior to the royal family of Xuanxing in previous dynasties."

"In a dynasty of 700,000 or 800,000 years, the class solidification has reached an unimaginable degree..."

"This world is very interesting."

In the house with lingering fragrance, Mu Longcheng half leaned on the bed, holding a history book and flipping through it from time to time, thinking.

With his methods, he would certainly not leave anyone alive if he wanted to kill someone. He did so for a purpose.

He didn't know why he came to this world and possessed a horseman, and he didn't know if there was any other reason for this.

But precisely because he didn't know, he would not stay in that groom's body, even if leaving that body would make his already damaged soul even more overwhelmed.

But thinking back at this time, he figured out something different.

No matter what he did, as long as he didn't leave the groom's body, he would definitely get into great trouble.

After all, if a little groom shows his strength out of thin air, it will inevitably attract all kinds of suspicions.

Is this really a coincidence?

"But even so, we are still in trouble..."

Closing the book, Mu Longcheng's eyes flickered.

His move was not considered clever, it could even be said to be a helpless move.

Because his soul was severely damaged and was quite riddled with holes, this silly boy was the best place for him to go for the time being.

It had actually been several days since he woke up. The reason why he pretended to be in a coma was, firstly, to warm up his fragile soul, and secondly, to digest the memories he had acquired.

His hypnotic ability has already reached an extremely high level. Under the intervention of his mind, killing people also imprints the memories of those people into his heart.

Of course, these people's memories are much more abundant and clearer than that of the groom.

Therefore, he knows very well that this world is not simple.

It can even be said to be dangerous.

…

The doctor hurried to the front yard and waited anxiously for the announcement. After receiving permission, he hurriedly followed into the front hall.

Phew~

As soon as he stepped into the front hall, before he could take a closer look, a strong wind blew in his face, carrying a strong smell of blood.

"You said that my son's apathy is cured and he can read books now?"

Chen Baxian, who was still covered in dust and raised his hands to remove his armor, raised his eyebrows, half surprised and half doubtful.

He had three wives, nine concubines, forty-three companions, and many descendants. However, only the children of his first wife were recognized by him.

Chen Xian was his eighteenth son and the last son of his first wife. Unfortunately, he suffered from apathy since he was a child. For the past thirteen years, he had been confused and confused, as if he was stupid.

This time, he agreed that his daughter would become a disciple of the 'Xuan Du Sect', and he also planned to find medicine for his son.

"Don't dare to deceive Mr. Hou."

The doctor knelt on his knees, trembling.

Chen Baxian frowned and waved his hand to ask him to step back and receive the reward.

"Master Hou, this is a bit of a coincidence..."

Chen Baxian remained silent, but Zhou Wenyu was a little confused and whispered: "Will the young master..."

"Absolutely not! We, the Chen family, are blessed by God. How can evil spirits get close to us?"

Chen Ba interrupted him with a cold shout, and then hesitantly said: "Do you remember that sloppy old man from thirteen years ago?"

"Huh? What the Marquis is talking about is the sloppy old man who came to the Marquis Mansion when the Eighteenth Young Master was born and wanted to take the young Master as his disciple?"

Zhou Wenyu was stunned for a moment and then remembered something:

"But the old Taoist doesn't have the aura of thunder and calamity, so his Taoism is obviously not strong. Besides, wasn't that old Taoist kicked out of the mansion by you? The young master suddenly woke up. Could it be related to him?"

In the Dayong Dynasty, the royal family is the most noble, the princes are the most noble, and they are the uncrowned kings in their respective fiefdoms.

In previous years, there were many Taoist monks who wanted to come to the Hou Mansion to deceive people.

Why would the Marquis care about such a sloppy old man?

"That old Taoist is not a kind person... When I kicked him out of the house, he once said that my son will be 'unconscious for thirteen years, but once he gains spiritual wisdom, he will become an immortal in the Nine Heavens Cloud'..."

Chen Baxian's face was solemn: "I asked him about the inheritance of the Taoist field, and he smiled and said nothing. I suspected that he had an evil background, so I sent him to Xuandu Sect when Xian'er was thirteen..."

"Heaven? Immortal?"

Chen Wenyu took a breath of cold air.

Most of the inheritances of all the sects in the world come from "Heaven and Earth". Heaven is the thirty-third level, and Earth is the eighteenth level.

According to legend, heaven and earth are where the most supreme immortals reside in the universe.

Only those who have passed the fifth level of calamity will become immortals!

In the world of Dayong, there are only a few people who have truly experienced the fifth level of calamity.

And those few people are all powerful men who dominate the world and look down upon the world.

Only then did he suddenly realize why the prince cared so much about his youngest son, even when he was discussing matters with other princes, he would suddenly turn back.

"The path to immortality is elusive. I have always only visited immortals to seek the path. How has there ever been a famous and upright family to come and accept a disciple?"

Chen Baxian said, his expression suddenly changed, he raised his eyebrows suddenly, and looked into the distance with his eyes like swords:

"He's coming!"

"Um?"

Almost at the same time, Mu Longcheng, who was resting in the small courtyard, also got up from the bed, opened the window and looked up.

I saw the clouds rolling like the sea, and a plain yellow dragon head looming, sacred and majestic.

"This trouble came too quickly..."

Mu Longcheng sighed slightly, raised his hand to rub his eyebrows, and there was a cold light in his eyes:

"Who is plotting against me?"