Chapter 114 Ji Chang's Death◇

◎Abnormal temper◎

Ji Chang fell seriously ill. The doctors always came into his room smiling and left shaking their heads.

Ji Chang fell seriously ill. The doctors always came into his room smiling and left shaking their heads.

Ji Chang was well versed in the art of divination using the Eight Trigrams. He had calculated his own lifespan long before and knew that he would not live long.

But he was unwilling to give up, as his great cause had not yet been completed and he had not yet become a true emperor.

If it were in the past, he could accept his death and failure calmly, but not now.

The immortals all said that he was destined to be emperor, but he did not live to see that day.

Ji Chang's last wish before his death was to see Zhunti one last time.

He collapsed weakly on the bed, motionless, just looking at Shen Gongbao, his eyes full of pleading.

They have been friends for many years, and although there are many calculations between them, there is still some affection between them. Shen Gongbao could not bear it and promised him that he would try his best to find Zhunti.

Where is Zhunti?

Zhunti was at the scene. Ever since the war between Xiqi and Shang, he had been silently watching everything and watched Ji Chang send people to look for him again and again.

But the Styx wouldn't let him show up.

He knew what Minghe meant. He was a noble saint, and while it was certainly possible for him to interact with mortals, he certainly could not personally help them, as that would violate the law of fairness.

But now Ji Chang is about to die. Although he knows that Ji Chang is only dying physically and will be reincarnated as a new person, in that case, Ji Chang will no longer be the Ji Chang he knows.

Minghezhi thought that he was blinded by Ji Chang's compliments, but only he knew that he really regarded Ji Chang and Shen Gongbao as friends, friends who treated each other as equals.

He had lived for millions of years, and for the first time he knew what true friendship was.

He had been disliked by too many people in the past, and he only had one senior brother in his life. Although his senior brother was very good to him, he always felt that something was missing?

Later, Kong Shuang and Minghe teamed up to snatch his Hongmeng Purple Qi. At the critical moment, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun appeared and rushed to save Kong Shuang. Although they knew they were very weak in front of the saint and saving Kong Shuang was like an ant trying to shake a tree, they still chose to come.

I despise their so-called loyalty and righteousness, but in fact I have an unspeakable envy of them. I envy the friendship between them that is worth risking their lives.

Admittedly, it was absolutely impossible for him to entrust his life to Ji Chang, but he still wanted to fulfill Ji Chang's wish.

Zhunti gritted his teeth and finally chose to see Ji Chang for the last time.

He appeared out of thin air in front of everyone. Ordinary mortals had never seen such a magical sight.

"My Lord, I'm here to see you."

Ji Chang thought to himself that the wizard was indeed an extraordinary person.

He opened his mouth, but he really didn't have the strength to speak. He could only stare at Zhunti with his cloudy eyes.

The wizard is so powerful, he hopes the wizard can help him. He doesn't want to die so early, he wants to be the emperor of the world.

Ji Chang placed his last hope on Zhunti.

He was emaciated, no longer as vigorous as before. He was old but strong, now haggard and looked like a skeleton. Zhunti couldn't bear to see him, and for a moment he thought that he could help Ji Chang live longer.

This is easy for a saint.

How could Minghe, who was still hiding, not see his thoughts? He coughed lightly and interrupted Zhunti's thoughts.

Ji Chang used up his last bit of strength and opened his mouth: "Master, please save——"

Before he could finish his words, Zhunti grabbed his hand and said with emotion, "My Lord, please stop talking. I understand what you mean."

A strange light shone in Ji Chang's turbid eyes, and he looked at Zhunti expectantly.

Zhunti said sincerely, "Don't worry, my lord. After you are reincarnated, I will accept you as my disciple and make you my direct disciple of the Western Sect."

Woohoo—The Marquis is indeed sincere to me, thinking of me even before his death. Zhunti was deeply moved!

To be honest, the status of a saint's direct disciple is not just comparable to that of a mere human emperor.

But now, in the prehistoric world, the human race prospered, with the emperor as the most respected. The immortal cultivators died or scattered in the war between the witches and the demons. Ji Chang only knew how noble the Chan and Jie sects were, but he had no idea about the more distant Western sects.

The light in Ji Chang's eyes disappeared, and he looked at Zhunti in disbelief. After seeing the smile on the other's face, which seemed to indicate that he was very satisfied with the idea, he closed his eyes dejectedly.

Behind Zhunti, there was a hint of smile in Minghe's eyes. He had indeed overestimated Zhunti. It would be strange if Zhunti, who was so short-sighted, could really understand Ji Chang's meaning.

Zhunti saw that after hearing his words, Ji Chang looked at him with reluctance for the last time, and then closed his eyes with satisfaction. He felt both melancholy and happy in his heart, and was happy that he could gain such a sincere friendship.

After Ji Chang's death, Jiang Ziya's List of Gods welcomed its first resident.

When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. For a saint, it is even more like a passing cloud. Although Zhunti had special feelings for Ji Chang, at the moment when Ji Chang officially took his last breath, Zhunti's originally heavy mood slowly relaxed. He calmly recited a mantra for rebirth to send his friend on his final journey.

After Ji Chang died, his son Bo Yikao ascended the throne. Zhunti was a little surprised. After all, it was his younger brother Ji Fa who possessed the emperor's purple aura, but now it was Bo Yikao who ascended the throne.

But he didn't think of letting Jifa take the position. The last argument between him and Kong Shuang was still fresh in his mind. Although Jifa was not wrong, he felt uncomfortable watching him.

Ji Chang's last wish was to defeat the tyrant and bring peace to the people. Zhunti decided to fulfill his last wish.

He hardened his heart and distributed most of the magic weapons hanging on the Seven Treasures Tree to his disciples, asking them to attack the Shang Dynasty.

The magic weapon carried by the saint was naturally extraordinary. Within a few days, the Shang Dynasty was defeated and retreated hundreds of miles.

Wen Zhong was so anxious that he refused to fight for several days. Thinking that it was Jiang Ziya who asked for reinforcements last time, he thought it was time for him to do something this time. He began to have a headache about who to ask for help.

Outside, the people of Xiqi were still shouting and cursing outside the camp every day. At this moment, the sky suddenly turned dark, and it seemed that a big bird flew by, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. People could not see their hands in front of them. This strange sight made people feel uneasy.

Fortunately, it was dawn soon and a young man in black clothes appeared in the Yin Shang camp and asked Wen Zhong to come and see him.

Wen Zhong was having a headache when the messenger reported this. When he heard this, he picked up the male and female dragon whips and went out. He wanted to see which arrogant boy was so arrogant.

The person has a beautiful face, like a pretty girl, and a delicate face, but the arrogant expression on his face makes people feel uncomfortable.

Wen Zhong picked up the whip and hit him. The young man in black clothes didn't blink at all. He raised his hand slightly and the male and female dragon whips returned to their original path.

Wen Zhong: It’s confirmed, he is the one who cannot defeat him.

The young man in black clothes gave him a look of disdain and said, "The Black Bird was sent by Heaven to give birth to the Shang Dynasty. The Black Bird is my subject. Since you are incompetent, I have come to help the Shang Dynasty."

Wen Zhong almost hit him with a whip again.

I'm incompetent? Do you know who my teacher is? He says I'm incompetent!

On the second day, the Shang Dynasty, which had been refusing to fight for many days, finally opened the city gate, and Garuda slowly walked out.

At this time, Zhunti was grinding the Styx in the sky to ask him to send out some Asuras to help Xiqi.

Styx refused mercilessly.

Zhunti tried to convince him with reason, and asked, "Since you don't intend to let the Asuras take action, why bring them here?"

Minghe naturally couldn't say that he brought Asura here to fight you, so he said: "Of course he is here to protect me!"

Zhunti was speechless. How could he, a man who was only one ray of primordial purple energy away from becoming a saint, need someone to protect him?

Here, Minghe noticed the person coming out of Yin Shang City below. He was stunned for a moment and praised: "What a handsome boy! He's almost as good as me!"

Shameless! Zhunti, who had nothing to do with Junqiao, cursed inwardly and looked down, wanting to see who it was that made Minghe praise him so highly.

This time, he felt that the figure looked familiar, and he slowly found the shadow of Garuda in his memory. The little boy from that year had grown up without him noticing.

Zhunti laughed twice, pointed at him and said, "Don't you know who he is?"

Minghe was puzzled: "Could it be that you know him? Is he also someone you like? Why hasn't he crossed to the West?"

Zhunti laughed heartily: "You don't even know him, he is Kong Shuang's younger brother, the Golden Winged Dapeng... Kong Shuang, Kong Shuang, when I wanted to ferry Dapeng across the sea, you severely injured me. Now let's see how you can stop me."

He couldn't save Kong Shuang, so he was afraid he couldn't save Dapeng!

Minghe frowned. He knew that Kong Shuang had a younger brother. When he wanted to pursue Kong Shuang, he tried to start from Jialuo Tower. Later, they had a fight because of Kunpeng's Hongmeng purple energy.

He had no intention of recalling the grievances of the past, so he took advantage of Zhunti's inattention to send a message to Kong Shuang.

Zhunti can't get you, and now he wants to use your brother as a substitute. Will you come or not?

The letter fell into the sea and there was no response!

The Western sect disciples below had already fought with Garuda for several rounds. Zhunti was watching from the side and felt very unsatisfied. He wished he could go up and capture Garuda the next second.

Minghe was anxious, but Kong Shuang never responded. He had always communicated with Kong Shuang, and Kong Shuang always replied within seconds, so why did he fail to respond at the critical moment?

Minghe gritted his teeth and sent another message regardless of the risk of being discovered.

Still no one paid any attention.

Minghe didn't believe in evil and calculated where Kong Shuang was now. He and Kong Shuang had known each other for so many years, so it was easy for him to calculate her whereabouts.

He seemed to see two figures being intimate and embracing each other. Although it was extremely blurry and hazy, he, who had always been involved in many affairs of love, guessed at a glance what Kong Shuang was doing.

The next second, a powerful magical power suddenly rushed into Minghe's sea of ​​consciousness, stirring up his sea of ​​consciousness. A sharp pain came over him, and Minghe's blood became unstable, and he vomited blood.

Discovered!

He lifted up his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his temples with a wry smile, cursing countless dirty words in his heart.

You are such a good guy, Kong Shuang. I have been working so hard as an undercover agent in the West, and have been miserable guarding that idiot Zhunti every day, while you are free and easy, enjoying the bliss of the world all day long!

Zhunti learned from past lessons and decided that it is better to act early than to miss out, so he decided to take action quickly to subdue Garuda.

He turned around and was about to say something to Minghe, but he saw that Minghe's face was pale, as if he had suffered some serious injury. He couldn't help but ask, "What happened to you?"

Minghe was afraid that he would notice something, so he changed the subject: "Nothing, I just remembered that Jialuo Luo's teacher was Kunpeng."

Zhunti frowned, naturally understanding what he meant. Kunpeng's mistress was Houtu, who had become a saint.

The bad thing about the prehistoric world is that there are people with connections everywhere.

He decided to act quickly to avoid any trouble.

Zhunti appeared before Garuda, clasping his hands and concentrating his mind. His appearance was solemn and dignified, and he said compassionately, "My fellow Daoist, you and I have a connection in the Western Paradise."

Garuda recognized him immediately, and thinking of his bad childhood experience, his face darkened: "Bullshit."

"Amitabha." Zhunti was not angry at all and continued, "Originally, Kong Shuang was destined to be with you, but she refused to cooperate. Now it can only be you. Blame her if you want to blame her!"

After saying this, he gently raised his hand, and the saint's pressure surrounded Garuda, making it unable to move.

Garuda cursed loudly: "You bald donkey, you have had evil intentions towards my highness many years ago, and now you are trying to stir up trouble, shameless!"

Zhunti turned a deaf ear to him and was about to take him away when a giant sword came across the void, broke his pressure, and then flew away to an unknown place.

Zhunti looked and saw Kong Shuang standing with a sword in his arms, walking towards him step by step from the void.

He started blabbering away, "Zhunti, you've healed your wounds and forgotten the pain, haven't you? Wasn't the lesson I taught you last time enough? Are you courting death again? You dare to put your hand on my head... It seems your newly reshaped body isn't working well after all. Perfect, I'll let you get a new one later!"

Her hair was not tied up, and her black hair was draped behind her like a green cloud, fluttering in the wind. She looked beautiful, but her face was tense and unhappy. Although her clothes were neat and meticulous, it was still obvious that she was in a hurry.

Although Zhunti had been scolded by her for so many years, he still felt that her anger this time was different from before, as if she wanted to kill him directly!

He subconsciously turned his head and muttered to Minghe behind him, "Don't you think she's a little different today than before? Her temper is much worse. I haven't even had time to retract the Golden Winged Dapeng yet?"

As he spoke, there was even a hint of grievance in his tone.

Minghe's eyes fell on Kong Shuangmian. Seeing the other party glaring at him fiercely, his smile deepened and he said gloatingly, "Maybe you ruined her good thing!"

The pure monks didn't understand what this meant and were about to speak again, but Kong Shuang stabbed Zhunti with a sword as heavy as a mountain.

Minghe hurriedly dodged the residual power, and his blood and energy, which had not yet stabilized, were stirred up again. He groaned and spat out another mouthful of blood.

He wiped it nonchalantly and looked at Kong Shuang who had already taken to the sky with Zhunti. Her figure seemed to be within reach, but it was floating farther and farther away.

She did it on purpose.

She wanted to warn herself!

But he doesn't regret it!