Chapter 280: Alien Species from the Ancient World
Zhang Yang looked at least eighty years older in a short period of time. This was the consequence of using the Golden Vein Sword Pill three times in a row.
When Qian Muyun ran over, he stopped a few dozen meters away.
"We can rest here for a quarter of an hour."
“No need!”
Zhang Yang shook his head. Time was precious and he had to trust people.
"Aren't you afraid that I will take it all for myself? After all, this is 1,000 kilograms of black gold, and there is a high possibility that soul stones or even soul jades may appear in it."
"I believe that the Xuan-level magic words are more valuable to you. Of course, I am not without the ability to protect myself. The worst that can happen is that we will die together. There is no problem with that." Zhang Yang said calmly.
"Haha, smart guy, I'm actually more afraid that you'd misunderstand me. If you suddenly gave me a sword-sealing energy, I wouldn't be able to handle it. To be honest, I was wrong about you. You actually opened the nine heavenly meridians of sword cultivation. Tsk tsk, no wonder you're so confident that you can establish your own sect."
Qian Muyun smiled and walked forward to take out a few paper figures. When the wind blew, the paper figures came to life and put the ghost god's corpse. Actually, it should not be called a corpse, because this thing is not a living thing. It is a puppet made of precious black gold and soul jade. Therefore, as long as it is killed, all that will be left are precious materials.
"I still have some earth pills for healing, do you want some?"
"No need, let's set off as soon as possible." Zhang Yang shook his head slightly. It was actually okay for him to be so seriously injured. Wait until tomorrow, a unit of standard spiritual energy from heaven and earth will appear with him as the coordinate. By then, except for the lost lifespan, everything else will recover quickly.
As for the issue of life span, he was not worried either. As long as he could escape from the Black Soil Plain as quickly as possible and get rid of the pursuit of the Village Building Order camp, he would be able to do whatever he wanted.
But after hearing this, Qian Muyun gave a thumbs up, thinking that Zhang Yang was cautious enough.
At that moment, he took out five gourds, in five colors: scarlet red, dark green, vermilion purple, sky blue, and orange-yellow. Then he asked Zhang Yang to sit cross-legged and asked the paper men to get as close as possible.
After that, he placed the five gourds in five directions and then chanted something. Then he saw the five gourds swell up in the wind and became more than ten feet high.
Afterwards, when Qian Muyun finished chanting the spell, five colored mists burst out from the five gourds. Each cloud of mist was as big as a small mountain, and five ten-foot-tall five-colored skeletons walked out of the mist.
The five skeletons roared and groaned as soon as they appeared. They were extremely ferocious. Qian Muyun sneered and said, "You did a lot of evil things in your life, so I captured you and refined you into five ghosts. Today I will make a promise with you. If this is accomplished, you will be free. Go!"
As soon as the word was shouted, the five ghosts roared and dived back into the fog. The five groups of fog quickly enveloped Zhang Yang and Qian Muyun, and they disappeared from the spot in an instant.
The storm quickly covered the place.
But about half an incense stick later, a black gas came whistling and turned into a huge black butterfly, which landed with incredible precision on the spot where Zhang Yang had stood. As its wings fluttered gently, small black butterflies flew out one after another, flying in all directions. Even the storm in the sky could not do anything to stop them.
These black butterflies stop at a point every 500 meters, and then continue to flutter their wings, spreading around in a strange pattern, as if they were deducing fate.
Another half an hour passed, when the demon city was about to be deployed, the demonic wind nearby suddenly stopped, and the storm in the sky also retreated. There was not even a trace of wind within a thousand miles nearby, as if some terrible existence had suppressed the storm.
Then, next to the giant butterfly, two shadows appeared without warning, a man and a woman.
The man had an ordinary appearance, except for a red tumor on his forehead, but the woman was extremely charming.
The woman spoke first, "Demon Emperor Chengping, I'm afraid you're going to fail this time."
The man looked very depressed. He stared at the huge black butterfly for a long time before he said suspiciously, "This black butterfly of fate is a prehistoric species that I got in the fourth sequence. It is said that there is a trace of the blood of the ancient god of fate in its body. Over the past few hundred years, I have used the black butterfly of fate to deduce human affairs with an accuracy rate of up to 90%. This time, I accepted the wanted mission issued by the prehistoric village construction order. I thought it would be easy to catch, but in the end, I failed. It's strange."
"What's strange?"
The woman asked curiously.
"I can't explain it, but I always feel like something is wrong. Not only is the target we are hunting strange, but even the sudden wanted mission is strange—"
Just as the Demon King Chengping said this, the black butterfly of destiny from the ancient alien species suddenly turned into a ball of black mist and instantly sank into the body of the Demon King Chengping.
"What's wrong?"
"No results. The target we are pursuing is beyond a thousand miles. The Black Butterfly of Destiny can no longer be deduced."
"Apart from the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage, the only one who can run a thousand miles in such a short time is probably the demon-catching master's Five Dings, Five Ghosts and Five Elements Moving Technique. This technique will leave some traces, so we still have a chance to catch them. Do you want me to hunt them down personally?"
The woman asked.
"No need, the mission has failed, how strange." Chengping Demon King still looked puzzled. "It feels to me like this mission requires us to catch that imaginary person, but doesn't want us to catch him ourselves. How can there be such a contradictory thing in the world?"
"The missions issued by the Village Building Order have always been like this, otherwise why would it be called a Crazy Village Building Order? However, we can really continue to hunt them down, maybe there will be unexpected gains."
"Okay, the problem on my side is not big. We can just capture a few human monks for dinner. But you have to be careful. After all, you just smuggled back from the second sequence and your vitality is damaged." Demon King Chengping nodded.
"Don't worry. I am the saint who is best at transformation in my tribe. Going to the human side is just like a vacation in the human world."
"Don't hold on to that idea. There are still many talented people in the human race. You were discovered while sneaking across the border this time. It's better to be careful. Once your identity is exposed, the people of the human race will hate a witch like you the most."
"Okay, stop talking, I'll be back soon."
The woman said something impatiently and disappeared in an instant.
The Chengping Demon King sighed, wanting to say something but stopping himself. He knew that the saint of his own clan had suffered a great loss this time. As a fourth-sequence being, in order to strangle the genius of the opposing camp, she secretly went to the first and second sequences to cause trouble. She was about to succeed, but was discovered by an NPC halfway and was seriously injured in the end.
Unable to swallow this humiliation, she actually lurked in the Second Sequence for a full 1,500 years. In the end, she turned the tables, let out a long sigh of relief, and only recently returned.
It is for this reason that she has been so emotionally unstable recently.
"I hope you have fun."
The Demon King Chengping thought so. He didn't care at all about who was wanted in this inexplicable wanted mission, but this saint girl of his own race was entrusted with the most important task of spying on the intelligence of the human race.
If the situation created by the demon tribe in the Black Soil Plain had not been reported to the Great Dream Sword Sect by this saintly lady, how could it have been so smooth?
(End of this chapter)
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