Chapter 417: The Remains of the Zhou General (End)

General Zhou hesitated to act. He looked at the mecha on Cheng Wuchou with undeniable anger on his face. He said, "A mecha should be a thing for mortals. You actually transformed it into something for immortal cultivators. You are unworthy of being descendants of the royal family!"

The next moment, Cheng Wuchou faced danger, but the blood-melting box suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the fatal blow for him.

General Zhou did not hesitate and attacked again. The mecha on Cheng Wuchou was instantly shattered, and he didn't even have the ability to fight back.

In the third attack, Tao Zi gritted her teeth and covered her brother with all her spiritual awareness, but she could only offset part of the attack. Cheng Wuchou was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Looking at her unconscious brother, she quickly swallowed a pill made by the Thousand Needle Doctor. Her vast consciousness returned again, and she said in a cold voice: "General Zhou, with your strength, you can kill him with one strike. Now you are playing with us, right?"

General Zhou looked at her calmly, no longer furious. He said, "I'm just curious. My other self clearly wanted to drag you down with him from the beginning. Why did you change your mind halfway through?"

Tao Zi stood there in a daze, then opened her eyes wide and looked at him in shock. It turned out that this relic was a dead end from the beginning.

He looked at her steadily and said, "I really want to know, as the person he chose, what power do you have to kill me? I will give you three chances. After three chances, I will kill you."

She raised the sword in her hand and held the remaining two pills in her mouth.

The first attack contained all her spiritual power, and she was defeated; in the second attack, the little ghost took over control of the body, and she was also defeated.

After taking two pills, she only had one chance left, but she was not afraid at all, and even laughed. So that's how it is, it turned out that all this was calculated well.

General Zhou looked at her puzzledly and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Tao Zi put away her smile, reached out to take off the human skin mask on her face, and looked at him with her real face.

Looking at this distant yet clear face in his memory, the confusion on his face instantly froze. He stood there quietly, finally lowering his eyes and muttering, "So that's how it is. I didn't even notice it."

She did not use any spiritual power or spiritual energy, and easily stabbed the sword into General Zhou's chest.

General Zhou died twice, both times with a sword, both times because of his loyalty. The only difference was that one time he committed suicide and the other time he was murdered.

He half-knelt on the ground and stretched out his hand to the dim blood-melting box. The power of half-step to godhood poured into the blood-melting box, and it shone again.

The blood-melting box floated in front of Tao Zi. She stretched out her hand and the box fell into her palm.

At the same time, General Zhou's figure gradually disappeared and eventually turned into a spot of light and dissipated.

The old man in the inn stood behind her at some point and lowered his head silently.

Tao Zi turned to look at her and said, "He was bound to die. He just wanted more monks to serve him before he died. This was also for the royal family to be buried with him three thousand years ago, right?"

The old man replied respectfully, "Yes, the division between day and night is intended to consume the ghosts' strength so that they can die together. General Zhou never intended to harm the human world, because that would only harm the mortals the most."

From the very beginning, this relic was a death trap set up for those monks, but they didn't expect that she would be a variable, turning the dead end into a living one, and the original pretense into sincerity.

She sighed softly and said, "Is he so sure that he will die?"

The old man answered without hesitation: "If the king wants his subject to die, then the subject must die."

Tao Zimei's eyes were filled with confusion: "I don't understand. We monks never like to hand over our lives to others."

"It's been three thousand years. The royal family has long faded from the sight of mortals, and the emperor's daughter has been reincarnated many times. It's normal not to understand."

She looked at the sword in her hand, which was slowly dissipating. The old man said respectfully, "The ruins are about to collapse. Please leave as soon as possible, my lady."

Tao Zi asked, "What about you?"

"We will naturally disappear along with the ruins. This is fate."

The army reappeared, and the leading deputy general said, "Greetings to the Imperial Princess!"

Tao Zi looked at the army in front of her, sighed softly, and said, "I am not the emperor's daughter."

The deputy general said nothing, but just bowed again.

The little ghost suddenly emerged from his sea of ​​consciousness and said, "You promised me, give it to me."

The deputy general smiled faintly and said, "Of course. Your Majesty, my sanity rests entirely on the general. Now that the general is dead, I am not far from madness. I will hand over the army to this colleague who has been kept by your Majesty's side, and will do my last bit of service to your Majesty."

He bowed one last time and disappeared between heaven and earth. A tiger talisman appeared on the little ghost's forehead, but she was unaware of it and looked very satisfied.

Tao Zi put on the human skin mask again, placed his brother and Wang Xu on the boat, and left the ruins that was about to collapse.

The ruins collapsed bit by bit, but they were always one step behind the spirit ship.

When she turned around, the old woman had changed her appearance, and there was a little boy beside her, looking like a mother and son.

Tao Zi was shocked. Before she could take a closer look, they disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the outside world was already in an uproar.

The Sword Sect's elder looked down at the broken talisman in his hand, his expression particularly ugly. This was the amulet given by the Sect Master to the Young Sect Master. Now that it was broken, the Young Sect Master was afraid that he would be in great danger.

He angrily asked, "How dare you leave the Young Sect Master alone in there?"

The elder in the out-of-body stage lowered his head and dared not speak.

Seeing that this Mahayana elder was furious, the other sects did not dare to say anything. The few who dared to speak were also very angry.

Yue Qingya, Jiu Qingling and Qiu Huanhuan stood there with sullen faces. Xi Jing was about to cry. Zhao Xue held her shoulders tightly and tried his best to calm himself down.

The disciples of Tiandao Sect were neither sad nor happy. They looked inside quietly, waiting for the final news and preparing to meet the enemy again.

Xu Qianjia's expression was obscure, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The other monks talked in low voices, each with their own thoughts.

"The ruins collapsed!"

A cry of surprise made everyone look towards the ruins.

The Mahayana elder frowned and prepared to break open the ruins at all costs.

It was at this time that a spirit ship flew out slowly.

The monks were stunned.

When the spirit ship came closer, everyone could see clearly that Tao Zi was sitting at the bow, with Cheng Wuchou and Young Sect Master Wang lying on her left and right respectively.

Someone muttered, "How is this possible?!"

Yan Wenxuan watched quietly, and suddenly an idea popped up in his mind. It's so similar, so much like Yue Qiran, who always achieves unexpected things.

The noise grew louder. Tao Zi sat quietly on the spirit boat until he landed. Then he bowed to the elder of the Sword Sect and said, "I dare to ask you to heal the wound of Elder Cheng of the Yisan Sect."

The Mahayana elder looked at her intently, and finally returned the greeting.

The whole audience was silent for a while.