Wentianlou
A servant rushed over, and upon seeing Zhang Ling'er, he immediately knelt down as if he had found his pillar of support.
This startled Zhang Ling'er.
She came here to discuss the wedding date with Lu Shan, but after walking around for a while, she couldn't find him anywhere, which puzzled her. Just then, the servant rushed over, which really surprised her.
She quickly bent down and helped the man up. "Uncle Zhang, this is too much. You are my senior. How can you give me such a grand gesture?"
At this moment, Zhang Zhao no longer cared about etiquette and said in a flustered manner, "Miss, something terrible has happened. The Sihai Pavilion said that the young master has been kidnapped by the Meiying Pavilion and asked Wentian Tower to mediate."
"Are you talking about Zhao Jing?" Zhang Ling'er asked.
Zhang Zhao nodded and said, "Yes, and speaking of which, my Wentian Tower is now the leader of many forces in the Desolate Heaven Domain, and leads the vast Desolate Heaven Domain. All forces obey it, so it should set an example. Now that my Desolate Heaven Domain has suffered this disaster, we should do our best to quell the matter."
“But…” Zhang Ling’er looked around blankly, but there was no one in sight. She sighed heavily and said with difficulty, “But I am not a member of Wentian Tower after all. It would be presumptuous of me to act in this way. I think we should wait for Lu Shan and the others to come back before we talk about it.”
On the one hand, to some extent, she is still an outsider at this moment, and if she were to exercise the power of Wentian Tower without authorization, she would inevitably be criticized by the public.
On the other hand, she is now also the child of the Lord of the Sword God Temple. After all, she still has this identity, which makes many things inconvenient.
As the manager of Wentian Tower, Zhang Zhao could certainly understand Zhang Ling'er's importance in Lu Shan's heart. Not to mention exercising his authority, even if Lu Shan were to give the entire Wentian Tower to Zhang Ling'er, he probably wouldn't hesitate at all.
This might be the only chance. After all, the head of the household is not here, and as a steward, he cannot make decisions. But Zhang Ling'er is different. She is the wife appointed by Lu Shan, and Lu Shan had previously given orders that seeing Zhang Ling'er should be treated as seeing him.
As he spoke, he knelt down on the ground: "The situation at Wentian Tower is extremely difficult now. I hope that Miss can lend a helping hand."
Having said all that, Zhang Ling'er couldn't refuse any longer. She quickly helped Zhang Zhao up, saying, "Even if I were willing to help, you know the current state of the Sword God Palace, I..."
In her opinion, the only forces Zhang Ling'er could mobilize at this moment were the various factions within the Sword God Palace. As for the Sword God Palace, the loss of many of its elders to Zhou Tong and his group for aiding Zhou Mu had severely weakened the palace, forcing it to recuperate.
It's no exaggeration to say that Zhang Ling'er has no one else available right now.
“You…you can ask Lord Han Fei, or Lord Fang Yun; they will both listen to you,” Zhang Zhao said.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ling'er shook her head vigorously, "No, no, they are all Brother Zhou's people, they won't listen to me!"
"At this point, can't you even give it a try?" Zhang Zhao finally became somewhat impatient and angry.
Zhang Ling'er had no choice but to step forward.
now
Phantom Pavilion
At the entrance, the long, dark figure floated silently in mid-air, emanating an eerie feeling. Within a radius of dozens of miles, not a blade of grass grew; the land was barren and desolate, with the yellow earth exposed like ravines, presenting a strange and ferocious appearance.
With the appearance of that long, thin figure, everything in this space underwent a dramatic change. The wisps of something in the air that seemed to exist like demonic energy had vanished from his body.
Like surging waves, in a short instant, the ethereal demonic energy solidified into crystals, dazzling and radiant. Then, an extremely bright black light slowly emerged.
The black light dissipated, and a figure completely black slowly appeared.
Seeing this, Zhang Heng smiled with satisfaction, and then a strange arc appeared on his ferocious face.
He stretched out his finger and gently touched it. Suddenly, ripples appeared on the surface of the crystalline object, like a pebble falling into a calm lake.
boom
The intensity reached its peak, and with a final, deafening roar, the countless crystals shattered, transforming into extremely dense black mist that coiled upwards. As the black mist dissipated, a lean human figure gradually emerged.
The man looked withered, like a dead tree branch, like rotten wood. His eyes were deeply sunken, and his skin exuded a thick black aura. Every pore on his body seemed to be tainted with demonic energy.
This is undoubtedly... an extraterrestrial demon.
However, the faint spiritual energy emanating from his body suggests that he was originally from the Great Thousand World, which seems somewhat contradictory.
However, it is clear that this extraterrestrial demon did not appear suddenly, but was deliberately created by someone, or rather, its properties underwent a dramatic change after being specially modified.
"Zhao Jing, how do you feel about this new body?"
Zhang Heng smiled and looked at the person in front of him, and said.
Zhao Jing slowly raised his head, revealing such deep eyes. It seemed that he was not used to it at first, so he was still adjusting. He stood there in a daze for a long time before a ray of light gradually appeared in his deep eyes.
However, it was only for a fleeting moment, and then his gaze fell on Zhang Heng.
As if pondering this person, Zhao Jing finally spoke slowly after an unknown amount of time: "You... Zhang Heng?"
His voice was hoarse, as if it came from hell.
Zhang Heng chuckled a few times, then said with a grim expression, "Do you know your mission?"
Zhao Jing nodded blankly, muttering, "Kill Zhou Mu...kill Zhou Mu..."
At this moment, he was like a puppet on strings. Zhang Heng would say something and Zhao Jing would move, and after his figure disappeared, Zhao Jing would walk forward blankly.
"Who are you……?"
Upon realizing who that person was, Zhang Ling'er's eyes widened in shock, seemingly in disbelief.
You know, Zhang Heng had met him before; he was a gentle and refined young man. But why has he become like this now?
The surrounding black energy surged, seemingly creating a barrier between him and the rest of the world, and was even repelling him, which was actually a manifestation of spiritual energy wantonly invading his body.
Zhang Heng walked slowly, leaving a dark footprint on the ground with each step.
"He is no longer human, but a demon."
On the other side, Fang Yun, who was knowledgeable and experienced, took the initiative to speak.
This surprised Zhang Ling'er somewhat, after all, this guy was a man of few words, you couldn't get a word out of him even after being hit several times. She then turned her head and asked, "You mean, he's now an extraterrestrial demon?"
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