Chapter 288: Meeting the Fourth Son of God Again
He found a bag on Yang Yun's body and took it off.
There are actually a large number of Yongquan coins in the world bag.
Li Weiyi estimated based on his experience that he had about 100,000 Yongquan coins: "This kid is too rich, comparable to some Daozhong realm martial artists. No wonder he dared to ask about the price of the commander-level strange insect eggs."
The amount was too large, and Li Weiyi hesitated.
After all, Yang Yun only owed him 30,000 Yongquan coins and a carriage.
70,000 Yongquan coins for a carriage, is that too much? After a brief hesitation, Li Weiyi put the bag into his arms. After all, Yang Qingxi still owed him 5 million Yongquan coins.
"Since there is Yang Yun's blood inside the fate card, it means it will be difficult to get away with it."
Li Weiyi looked at Linggu Temple in the distance and decided not to explore it for the time being. It was more important to find a way to leave this place.
“Wow!”
The formation outside Linggu Palace is activated.
Six figures with powerful auras walked out, led by two young men who looked exactly the same.
After seeing their faces clearly, Li Weiyi's face changed and he hid himself immediately.
"Wang Zhi? Isn't he dead?" Li Weiyi stared at him from afar, feeling very confused.
Earlier in Qin Garden, Chan Hai Guan Wu used his soul-searching skills to trigger the fire of death in Wang Zhi's body, burning his flesh and blood like charcoal, making him dead beyond death.
The two young men who walked out of the Linggu Palace formation at this moment had the same appearance as Wang Zhi.
Li Weiyi had never seen Wang Zhi's brother, the Fourth Son of God. He was just hiding underground and had heard the conversation between the Fourth Son of God and Long Ting.
When he rescued Qin Qian, he had no time to observe what the Fourth Son of God looked like.
Outside Linggu Palace.
Zuo Sheng, who was standing behind the Fourth Son of God, was filled with emotion: "It is worthy of being the headquarters of the Divine Religion. The legal codes and Taoist arts stored here are hard to compare with those of Zuoqiu Sect. The Qi-gathering pool built next to the Heavenly Law and Earthly Spring has completely liquefied legal energy. I can't imagine how fast the Qi will be accumulated if one practices in it."
“No matter how fast it is, it won’t be as fast as using Dao Lian and Dao Fruit.” said the Fourth Son of God.
Wang Zhi stood beside the Fourth Son of God.
The parasitic dead spirit in his body was extremely powerful and had sharp perceptions. It sensed a familiar breath and its pupils turned blood red as it looked towards Li Weiyi's hiding place.
Wang Zhi let out an old laugh that didn't match his youthful appearance.
Uncontrolled by the Fourth Son of God, he transformed into a streak of blood-red light and rushed out like lightning.
"Um?"
The Fourth Son of God frowned and communicated with the dead spirit in Wang Zhi's body through his thoughts.
"There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity! Maybe he is the person your brother met before he died." The dead spirit responded.
Although the Fourth Son of God was skeptical about this, he still looked serious, performed the Taoist art of hanging silk and wandering shadow, and followed Wang Zhi closely.
The four people behind him looked at each other and chased after him.
“Why do dead people become more terrifying?”
When Li Weiyi was stared at by Wang Zhi from afar, he felt a chill all over his body.
Sensing the danger, he immediately used his fastest skills and turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew away.
Li Weiyi clearly remembered that Wang Zhi was only at the first level of Dao Seed Realm. But at this moment, Wang Zhi's burst of speed was far faster than Long Ting's.
"Escape? Where to escape? Who are you, and why did you hide in the dark and spy on me?"
Wang Zhi showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth and chased closer and closer. The cold energy in his body was thick. He clenched his five fingers into a claw and reached out through the air.
Suddenly, a giant bone claw several meters in size condensed, crossed the long distance, and slapped Li Weiyi heavily.
Locked in, no escape.
Li Weiyi's eyes darkened and his hand instinctively reached back to grab the hilt of the sword.
Turn around and cut.
This slash was not intended to break the attack of the giant bone claws, but only to cut off Wang Zhi's mental lock, so that he could use his body skills to escape.
"boom!"
With a swing of the sword, heavy snow filled the sky.
The giant bone claw exploded, and a sword path of ice and snow spread towards Wang Zhi.
The smile on Wang Zhi's face froze, and he stopped immediately, holding up a dead spirit light shadow to resist, and his body was chopped and flew backwards.
The Fourth Son of God, who was following closely behind Wang Zhi, was secretly shocked. From the sword intent of the man in front of him, he felt a strong energy of wind and snow that covered the sky, as if the entire northern border was pressing down.
"This is……"
The Fourth Son of God looked puzzled and felt that it should not be "that sword".
"The sword is very strong, and contains powerful sword intent, but that boy is very weak, and is not a Dao Seed Realm martial artist. Haha, this is interesting!"
Wang Zhi chased after him again.
"It's quite interesting indeed."
The fourth son of God looked at the distant Xuantian Spirit Python flying in the air, which was responsible for patrolling the entire earthly layer, and shouted: "Master Xuantian, intercept that inner sect disciple!"
The Xuantian Lingmang is a dead spirit with six eyes, wings, and is dozens of feet long. It is affiliated with the patrol guards of the Tianli Palace.
Not only is it powerful in combat, but it can also identify fate cards. After discovering the abnormality in Li Weiyi's fate card, it suddenly swooped down from the sky and attacked with its tail.
Relying on the remaining magic energy left by Tang Wanzhou in the Shenxue Sword, Li Weiyi fought his way out and finally returned to Nanqing Palace.
“Plop!”
Jump into the river of blood.
Following the blood river, it soon fell into the blood lake in the Nanqing Palace.
Li Weiyi flew ashore, looked at the arm injured by Wang Zhi's claw, then looked at the Shenxue Sword in his right hand, secretly rejoicing.
Unfortunately, the remaining magic energy that Tang Wanzhou left in the sword has been exhausted.
The six people chased outside Nanqing Palace and stopped by the blood river.
Wang Zhi wanted to follow Li Weiyi's example and jump in, but was stopped by the Fourth Son of God. This place was not a place that anyone could enter.
Even the Xuantian Spirit Python in the sky circled around and then left.
The fourth son of God suddenly spoke up and asked, "Does that sword... look like the Divine Snow Sword?"
Zuo Sheng has lived for a hundred years and has seen a lot: "It's not a question of whether it looks like him or not. The power on the sword seems to be Tang Wanzhou's."
“How could Tang Wanzhou’s sword fall into that person’s hands? That person is definitely not at the Dao Seed Realm, and his Dharma Energy level is not high enough.” said a true disciple who followed the Fourth Son of God.
Another true disciple laughed and said, "If he dares to break into Nanqing Palace, he will be dead!"
"For many years, only Venerable Nan lived in Nanqing Palace."
Although the Fourth Son of God knew that "Nanqing Palace" was a forbidden place, the man had clearly fled here with a purpose and jumped into the blood river without any hesitation.
After careful consideration, the Fourth Son of God brought five people to the main gate of Nanqing Palace.
After he straightened his clothes, he bowed and said loudly: "Wang Shu greets the Venerable Nan. I have something important to report!"
There was no response.
"Master Nan, a suspicious person has escaped into the Nanqing Palace." The Fourth Son of God spoke again.
The door was closed and everything was quiet.
A true disciple said: "Perhaps... Venerable Nan is not in the palace, so that person is fearless."
"In that case, why don't we chase them in through the Blood River?" Zuo Sheng suggested.
The Fourth Son of God shook his head, extremely cautious: "Absolutely not! Report this matter to the Patrol Guards and the Kuruo Palace, and let them handle it. We cannot afford to offend the Nan Zun."
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Li Weiyi sat on the bank of the Blood Lake, meditating to refine the power of death that had seeped into his body through the wound on his arm. It took him two full hours to refine it completely.
"Why did Wang Zhi suddenly become so strong? He seems to be even more terrifying than the Fourth Son of God who looks exactly like him. If it weren't for the Divine Snow Sword, the consequences would be disastrous."
It was only today that Li Weiyi truly got to know the Fourth Son of God.
Behind him, Yao Qingxuan's voice rang out: "These are the soul seeds of the dead that the Tianli Palace collected in the Netherworld of the Dead."
Li Weiyi was frightened by her, and his heartbeat increased suddenly. Naturally, he did not dare to complain. He stood up and looked over, then bowed: "Senior Yao, please show me a way out!"
He finally realized that there was no way to escape from the Rice Sect Headquarters.
Without a life plate, your life would be in danger at any time if you walked out of the Nanqing Palace.
Yao Qingxuan and Yao Yin look very similar, and because Jiazi is the year of immortality, he looks to be only in his early twenties. He has an elegant and quiet temperament, without any signs of aging.
Li Weiyi could only imagine the scenes described by Lao Zhao when she was young, where the cities and streets were deserted, and how she attracted countless followers with her talent and charm.
"What? Are you still running around?" Yao Qingxuan asked.
Li Weiyi smiled and said, "No more running!"
"You have to fight for your own survival. I can't help you." Yao Qingxuan said.
Li Weiyi said, "If you really don't care about me, I would definitely be in the Divine Prison right now, not in the Nanqing Palace. I will never make things difficult for you. I just want to know in advance why the Lord of the Linggu Palace wants to see me."
Yao Qingxuan looked at the garden covered with fallen leaves and overgrown with weeds: "Clean up Nanqing Palace for me. I can give you a few pointers, but I can't guarantee that they will be useful."
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In the Twin Rice Sect, any cultivator at the inheritor level who reaches the fifth level of the Five Seas Realm can be canonized as a son of God or a goddess and be qualified to open an independent residence.
The status of Son of God and Daughter of God will be revoked only when they are over sixty years old.
The current Twin Rice Sect, the Son of God and the Goddess, only ranked sixth. Some of the twins, both of them possessed the talent of the inheritor, and only occupied one position.
now.
It was built in the goddess's mansion next to the Tianfa Diquan.
Yang Yun knelt in the courtyard with disheveled clothes, crying, "Sister, you must avenge me. The main temple of the Divine Religion is full of evil people! First, Dao Zhenhui, the registered disciple of Elder Shu, used the eggs of turtles, snakes and snails to try to cheat me of my Yongquan coins."
"When I met Zuo Sheng, I thought he was a good guy, but he turned out to be even more ruthless. He knocked me unconscious when I was not prepared, snatched my bag, and even my clothes, life card, and mask. This is a huge shame, a huge shame for our Sixth Goddess Mansion!"
"Oh, that villain Zuo Sheng is one of the Fourth Son of God's men. He's clearly coming for you!"
Yang Qingxi was meditating and seeking enlightenment in the practice room.
Her idea of the Long River Battle Method turned into an external manifestation of the Tao Heart, which was even more magnificent and majestic, condensing into a river in the sky flowing over the mansion, with rushing water and deafening roars.
Just like a real river!
She opened her eyes, her gaze deep: "I asked you to buy pills, but you lost my money?"
Yang Yun buried his face in the ground: "It was robbed by Zuo Sheng! I have been very careful, but it is hard to guard against. He is a spiritual master, and his cultivation is terrifyingly strong."
"You are my brother, I won't kill you. But if you can't even do this little thing, how can I keep you by my side?"
Yang Qingxi spoke calmly, and continued: "Zuo Sheng and Zuo Shi are the rice man martial arts masters of Zuoqiu Sect, not spiritualists. You don't even know who robbed you, and you still dare to say that you are careful?"
"Go and investigate this matter thoroughly. If you can't find out...come back after earning 100,000 Yongquan coins!"
As the leader of the younger generation of Sui Zong, Yang Qingxi knows almost all the martial arts masters in the southern border and has all the information memorized in his mind.
(End of this chapter)
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