Chapter 73 Huiguo Mansion is really hospitable, afraid of baked snails...
Next to Bailian Spring.
Swords flashed, wind blades whistled, and a fierce battle lasted for half an hour.
Sword marks of varying sizes appeared on the crocodile monster's thick scales, and blood was gushing out. However, Yuan Jirui's green Taoist robe was still intact, except that the lotus crown on his head was a little loose, and a few strands of black hair fell on his cheeks.
If someone were watching the fight here, they would find that her Taoist robe was embroidered with dark patterns. Each dark pattern was a talisman. These talismans were linked together, making the robe impervious to water and fire, able to withstand the strength of ten bulls, and after being attacked, it could rebound part of the attack back to the attacker.
This Taoist robe was a defensive magic weapon that the Taoist priest Qi Ying worked overtime to make for Yuan Jirui when he knew that Yuan Jirui wanted to snatch the treasure from under the nose of the crocodile monster.
Qi Ying said that it would be a good opportunity for Yuan Jirui to test its performance in actual combat. If it works well, it can be mass-produced and used as the sect's uniform.
Yuan Jirui used her energy to calm the spiritual power surging in her chest and thanked him for the seventh time in her heart. If it weren't for the maximum defense of Qi Ying's Taoist robe, she would have been beaten by the crocodile monster with broken ribs and would have been unable to get up.
The crocodile monster swung its long and thick tail, beating the ground like a drum, causing gravel to fly everywhere, and its eyes were full of impatience.
Where did this little girl come from? She was born with sword skills and was dressed in magical clothes. Whether it was a Taoist robe or a magic sword, they were all ranked top among the magic weapons it had ever seen.
A stream of hot air gushed out of its nostrils. Seeing that the opponent was about to swing his sword again, it could not help but open its long snout and utter human words: "You seem to be a disciple of a famous and upright sect, why did you do such a robbery?"
Yuan Jirui saw that it was actually talking to her, and thought that this was a good opportunity for her to take a rest, so while recovering her spiritual power, she stalled for time and said, "You said that this magic sword is yours, can you provide evidence?"
The crocodile demon's eyes showed doubt: "I didn't say the sword was mine."
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Yuan Jirui looked at the crocodile monster in confusion, and asked, "Then why have you been fighting with me for so long?"
The crocodile monster explained seriously: "Bai Lianquan asked me to guard this divine sword here until the sword master arrives and then give it to her. I am just a keeper of the sword."
Yuan Jirui was stunned. After hearing what it said, she realized that she was wrong. She thought that the magic sword had no master and everyone relied on their own abilities. "The Bailian Spring is actually intelligent?" She murmured, "So the spring can also be cultivated into a spirit?"
"Wrong again." The crocodile demon shook his head repeatedly, his bulging eyes full of confusion. How could this little girl come here to steal the sword without knowing anything? "It's exactly the opposite of what you said. This spring is not cultivated into a spirit. Instead, it has been transformed from a person's soul from the beginning."
Yuan Jirui suddenly felt a little depressed: "Who is this person you are talking about?"
"Her name has been buried in the long river of history, and I don't think you would recognize her." Although he said so, the crocodile monster still told Yuan Jirui, "Her name is Xie Lingwei. She was a fortune teller and one of the three saints of the Duotian Sect, the world's number one sect a thousand years ago. She calculated that a thousand years later there will be a catastrophe in the world, and many gods who were once expelled by the human race will return again under the leadership of Tianzun, and death is their first goal. In order to resist this catastrophe, she turned her soul into this Bailian Spring and sealed the divine sword Dihuang Sword at the bottom of the spring. Only the real sword master comes here and takes away this sword to take back death from Tianzun's hands."
Originally, the crocodile demon wanted to drive Yuan Jirui away after he finished speaking. Even the most arrogant and stupid person would understand the importance of this magic sword after hearing this.
Unexpectedly, after hearing the three words "Duotian Sect", the little girl opposite showed an extremely strange look, and it seemed that in an instant, many thoughts and speculations came into her mind.
The crocodile demon patiently said, "Do you have anything else to ask?"
Yuan Jirui pondered for a while, then slowly said, "I forgot to introduce myself earlier. My surname is Yuan, my name is Jirui, and I am the founding disciple of Gongsun Ying of Duotian Sect."
The crocodile demon was stunned: "What, the Duotian Sect has reappeared?"
Yuan Jirui took a deep breath and glanced at the sparkling Bailian Spring: "According to Hei Wuchang of the underworld, I have another identity. I am the reincarnation of the master's last disciple, and I came to the human world to gain experience as a young master."
The crocodile monster stared at Yuan Jirui blankly for a long time without saying anything. The latter did not interrupt its thoughts. He walked silently to the Bailian Spring and looked at the sword at the bottom of the spring. It was pitch black and exuded a strong aura of death.
It is called the Earth Emperor Sword, and the Earth Emperor probably refers to the Lord of the Underworld.
No wonder this sword made her feel like death itself.
No wonder she felt that she should have a sword and become a swordsman in this life.
Behind her, the crocodile monster finally closed its wide-open mouth, and its protruding little eyes were full of complex expressions.
It looked at Yuan Jirui's back and sighed, "I didn't expect that the person I'm waiting for has actually come. In this case, this sword should really be yours."
The day has come for the magic sword to be born. The crocodile monster no longer needs to wait here, but he does not feel the slightest sense of relief.
Because this means that the catastrophe predicted by the Sage of Fortune has already arrived.
The crocodile monster said softly: "I have fulfilled my promise, little girl, the next thing is up to you."
It opened its long snout and uttered a mysterious ancient spell. Ripples appeared on the surface of the Bailian Spring, as if in response to the spell.
After a while, a long sigh was heard, as if the last echo left by a soul thousands of years ago. The pitch-black Earth Emperor Sword flew out from the bottom of the spring and lingered around the pool for several springs.
"Go ahead..."
Yuan Jirui vaguely heard a very light urging, as if it was just her illusion.
The urging voice was like a wisp of smoke, dissipating into the night. The Earth Emperor Sword lingered for a moment, whimpered, and flew into Yuan Jirui's palm.
Yuan Jirui grasped the Dihuang Sword, and the innate energy in her body seemed to resonate with the sword energy. In an instant, her aura surged, her sleeves bulged, and the spiritual energy within a hundred miles rushed into her body.
The crocodile monster dug its claws into the ground, firmly fixing its body in the hurricane formed by spiritual energy.
When Xie Lingwei found it, he told it very clearly: "You may have to wait for a long time, and you may not be able to wait for that person. A thousand years is too long, and I can't calculate how many accidents will happen in the meantime."
"Aren't you a saint?"
"What kind of fortune-telling saint is that?" Xie Lingwei said coldly, "You have calculated so much, but you can't even save your friend's life. How can you call yourself a fortune-telling saint?"
"That's not your fault. Although you are called Duotian Sect, you are still mortals after all. How can you fight against destiny? The Medical Saint is immortal, and death is immortal. If the God of Heaven wants to revive, she can only die first. Isn't all this within your expectations?"
"In that case, are you still willing to do this? After all, all this is destiny."
"So, do you want to accept your fate?"
"We in the Duotian Sect never accept our fate."
"Then let me see your abilities. After all, I am a demon and also your friend."
Under the moonlight, the crystal-clear Bailian Spring created ripples, calm and leisurely, without any sign of hostility.
The crocodile monster glanced at his old friend and his body began to disintegrate uncontrollably. Xie Lingwei was right, a thousand years was too long and no one knew what would happen.
Its greatest ability is its ability to survive. It has even forgotten how long its lifespan is. If Yuan Jirui had not arrived in time, it, the sword keeper, would have almost disappeared before the sword master arrived.
As the vitality of the crocodile monster died, another kind of corrupt force suddenly enveloped it.
Its crumbling body stopped disintegrating, revealing its rotten skin, and its protruding eyes gradually took on a bloodthirsty red glow.
Oh no, death is still in the hands of God.
The crocodile monster let out an angry roar, clenched his teeth, and tried hard not to let his red eyes look at Yuan Jirui who was in the center of the spiritual energy vortex.
It shouldn't have changed so quickly. The crocodile monster tried hard to maintain the last bit of consciousness it had as it thought, who wanted it to interrupt Yuan Jirui's breakthrough and prevent her from taking back death?
The top of its head had been stained with a blood-red full moon at some point, which expanded and contracted like breathing, casting the cold moonlight continuously on its body.
Underworld.
Li Zhou stood in front of the magnificent palace and looked up at the plaque hanging on the palace:
【Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace】
The scholar Mei Tang pondered and said, "It is said that there are six heavenly palaces in the underworld, and this is the first palace. It seems that the Lord of the Underworld really lives here."
Because of her blindness, Witch Lu had exceptionally good hearing. She listened attentively and looked a little solemn: "This palace is so quiet without a sound. If the Lord is seriously ill, how could it be so quiet and lonely without anyone taking care of him in the palace?"
Moisturizer Yin Chan, demon hunter Yu Miaoluo, and bodyguard Song Gang all frowned and became alert.
Li Zhou looked in the direction where the aroma of roasted lamb legs dissipated and the aroma of baked snails became stronger, and shook his head and said, "Maybe he is hiding at home and eating alone, and he doesn't want to share with others."
Everyone who was very nervous just now: "..."
Li Zhou looked at Yin Chan: "Who told you that the Lord of the Mansion is hospitable? It seems that he is different from the rumors."
Yin Chan didn't dare to refute, and asked carefully: "How do you know he is eating alone?"
The whole hall is filled with fragrance, can't you smell it?
Li Zhou was about to ask when he suddenly paused.
Since no one knows that the Lord is cheating, can she go and get some first?
Of course, she would not be like the Lord of the Mansion, driving everyone away and leaving no one behind.
Thinking of this, Li Zhou changed his words and said, "Let's go look for the Lord separately. When I think of how sick he must be, I can't help but feel sad for him."
Sad tears almost flowed from the corners of his mouth, no, from the corners of his eyes. Li Zhou quickly divided the work before he could hold it back any longer: "I'll look for this direction, and the rest of you will work in groups."
After saying that, she took a step and hurried towards the direction where the rich fragrance came from.
The people she left behind looked at each other in bewilderment. Yin Chan whispered, "Did Doctor Tan discover anything?"
Yu Miaoluo said, "I brought an invisibility charm. Can we quietly follow and see?"
"Will we be discovered by the great doctor?" Mei Tang looked anxiously at Li Zhou's figure disappearing around the corner.
"Shouldn't... not?"
Although they had little confidence, the matter was of great importance. After some hesitation, they mustered up their courage, held the invisibility talisman, and tiptoed to follow the direction Li Zhou had left.
Li Zhou, who thought he had left everyone behind, transformed several tentacles from his lower body and worked at full speed, fearing that if he was late, the Lord would have eaten up all the baked snails.
Walking on eight legs is faster than walking on two legs. After a while, she arrived at the source of the fragrance.
All I saw was a magnificent and deep palace, with a couplet hanging on the gilded pillars:
[Weighing the authenticity, Zhenwei is fair
Yin and Yang judgement, a keen eye to observe the smallest details*】
From deep within the hall, there was a constant stream of extremely painful groans. The sound was extremely loud, but even Li Zhou didn't hear it because he hadn't walked here.
Li Zhou stepped over the high threshold and walked towards the source of the wailing, which was also the direction where the fragrance was spreading.
As she moved forward, red candles lit up, dispelling the deep darkness. In the red candlelight, an enormous mountain of flesh lying on the ground appeared in front of Li Zhou.
The mountain of flesh rose and fell as if it was breathing, but no nose or face could be seen.
A broken crown tassel was scattered nearby, and pearls and jade were all over the ground.
There are countless hard spiral lumps on the mountain of meat, and it is these lumps that emit a strong aroma of baked snails.
This is not the case of the Lord eating alone, it is clear that the Lord is being eaten by the food.
Li Zhou walked forward in surprise, wondering if he hadn't cooked the snail well and was attacked by the parasites in the snail's body?
She patted the meat mountain, not sure if it was the head or the butt, and said politely, "Do you need help?"
The wailing stopped for a moment, and an eye opened from the folds of the meat mountain.
Then came the second, third, and fourth...
Countless eyes blinked in the fat wrinkles, glanced at Li Zhou, and the wailing sounded again, mixed with intermittent curses: "This group of... bastards... bastards... If you have the guts, just wait... in heaven..."
He cursed breathlessly for a while before saying to Li Zhou:
"What's your name now..."
"I need to know your name... before I can... tell you..."
When Li Zhou heard him asking her name, she looked down at herself. Her memory was not very good and she had almost forgotten which character she was simulating.
On the simulator interface, the talent of "beginning to take on human form" and the title of "superb insensitivity" both flashed rapidly. The moment Li Zhou lowered his head, the eight tentacles suddenly retracted and turned back into two human legs.
Li Zhou saw the plain clothes on his body and remembered his character setting this time: "My name is Tan Zhao, I am a doctor, and I am here to treat you."
As she spoke, she took out the notice from her bosom asking for medical treatment from the Lord of the Mansion and handed it out.
The Lord of the Mansion lowered his head with countless eyes, glanced at the notice, and said to himself: "They...really did it."
He raised his eyes again and looked at Li Zhou. While wailing in pain, he said in a relieved tone: "Dr. Tan... then I'll have to trouble you with my illness."
The moment his voice fell, the countless spiral lumps on the mountain of flesh, along with the accumulated fat, suddenly began to gather together.
Li Zhou paused in his action of taking the knife to cut out the heart, and looked at the scene with some embarrassment.
These baked snails are so sensible! They are afraid that there are too many of them and it will be inconvenient to eat them, so they gather together into a big one.
In fact, her heart can be divided into many pieces, so there is no need to be so troublesome.
Not only that, someone added a lot of butter into it.
The butter wraps around the snail meat and melts into golden color as the temperature rises, fully bringing out the deliciousness of the snail.
Li Zhou's comprehension, which was as high as 10 points, flashed and he suddenly understood.
Oh, she had wronged Yin Chan. The Lord was really hospitable. He was afraid that the baked snails would get cold, so he was reheating them for her.
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