The golden light shone into the hall, illuminating the scenery inside clearly.
There are three ten-meter-high majestic statues in her hall. The figure in the middle is wearing armor made of metal leaves and carrying a two-inch bronze sword. He looks like a general from the Warring States Period.
The statue next to him is wearing Taoist robes, with flowing beard and an iron sword on his back, looking like an immortal hermit.
One of the statues is wearing a casual robe, with only a wooden hairpin to hold his hair up. The drooping hair on his temples and forehead makes him look unruly and unruly.
This statue is the most conspicuous and therefore the first one to enter Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision, but he does not care who the statue enshrined in the main hall of Shushan is or which historical figure it corresponds to.
After just a quick glance, his eyes moved downwards, stopping at the coffin placed horizontally in the center of the hall. The coffin was rough and simple in shape, about three meters long and one meter wide, forged from bronze, with the coffin body and coffin lid engraved with spiritual runes and covered with copper rust.
Zhang Yuanqing recognized it as a soul-sealing talisman at a glance. The coffin was a magic weapon used to seal the black-faced evil creature, but there were more than a dozen deep sword marks on the coffin lid, destroying the soul seal and array pattern.
The evil creature in the coffin escaped and destroyed the entire Shushan Immortal Sect.
Zhang Yuanqing immediately looked at the figures beside the bronze coffin. They were wearing Shushan Taoist robes, two men and one woman, with dry and curly hair and bright green eyeballs.
These three Yin corpses gave him the same feeling as Princess Yin Yao, they were high-level Yin corpses that were transformed from living people into Yin objects.
The three masters of Shushan bathed in the sunlight, and their dark blue skin began to fester and dissolve, revealing the same dark blue flesh, as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid.
They were completely unaware and knelt down to pay homage to the bronze coffin, sending out spiritual fluctuations: "Ba, who was active in ancient times, the supreme and great corpse ancestor, please grant us strength to resist the rats who invaded the holy land."
Corpse Ancestor? Zhang Yuanqing was intimidated by this title. Ordinary masters could not suppress the word "Corpse Ancestor".
Thinking of the name "魃", a character from mythology flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind: Hanba!
Is the one sealed in the coffin Hanba? Or is this person the prototype of Hanba? As the thought flashed through his mind, he saw that the golden light could not immediately save the three high-level Yin objects, so Zhang Yuanqing condensed a golden bow in his left hand.
Golden light spurts out from the fingertips of his right hand and turns into arrows. The bow is drawn like a full moon. The three yin objects can withstand the burns of the sun's divine power for a long time.
"call out!"
The golden light shot out, making a sharp whistling sound when it touched the air.
When it was less than three meters away from the coffin, ripples suddenly appeared in the space, and then the arrow condensed by the power of the sun disappeared, as if it was swallowed by the space and hidden?
Zhang Yuanqing's expression became serious. He realized that the arrow did not disappear out of thin air but was secretly wrapped, and then "extinguished" by the evil spirit from his invisible perspective.
The evil creature in the coffin has a very high level of skill in magic from the lunar realm.
At this time, the coffin lid vibrated slightly and substantial black smoke diffused from the gap. There was no sign of evaporation in the golden light, and it flowed into the nasal cavities of the two corpses in wisps.
In an instant, the three corpses were like taking a tonic. Their festering skin recovered instantly, and a thin layer of Yin Qi covered their bodies to resist the burning of sunlight.
The corpse in the middle slowly twisted its neck, and looked towards the palace door with a stiff face, his eyes grim and green: "You trespassed into Shushan and killed my disciples."
He suddenly drew out the sword at his waist, and a white sword light suddenly rushed up, and was immediately purified by the power of the sun. When it hit Zhang Yuanqing, it was already a spent force.
Zhang Yuanqing summoned a five-clawed golden dragon and activated its second form. A throat-shaped shadow coiled up and protected him inside.
The sword light smashed into the dragon's body.
The power of the sun suppresses all spiritual powers and props, but the five-clawed golden dragon and the power of the sun are of the same origin and are not suppressed and can be used normally.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to fight in the hall, fearing that the evil creature in the coffin would attack him, so he tapped his toes and flew backwards, landing in the square outside the hall.
Three Yin corpses flew out of the hall side by side, each holding three shining iron swords. The sword tips condensed with cold light like lightning and pierced the phantom of the five-clawed golden dragon again.
Even though it had been weakened by the power of the sun, the combined force of the three swords still nearly caused the Golden Dragon Shield to collapse.
"Two are in the middle eighth level, and one is in the late eighth level. Their status is slightly higher than mine. If it weren't for the Yin Qi that the bronze coffin bestowed on them, and their attributes were mutually restrained, I could suppress the three of them."
"They have retained most of their skills from their lifetime and are swordsmen who are good at close combat. Although the power of the sun can weaken their sword energy, I cannot use other abilities or items. I have to tie my hands."
As soon as they started fighting, Zhang Yuanqing knew that he had no chance of winning in close combat.
If the power of the sun cannot save them, we must change our tactics.
He sneered as he thought.
"It was not me who killed your disciple, but you yourself. Tsk, the thousand-year foundation of Shushan with more than a thousand disciples was destroyed because of your selfishness. Master, are you worthy of the ancestors of Shushan?"
The Shushan headmaster, who was dressed in Taoist robes and looked like an old man, expressed his spiritual fluctuations: "They are not dead, they just transformed into another kind of life and continue to exist. I am also right, because I have obtained eternal life."
"Stubborn!"
Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly. "I won't waste my words with you. I am a member of the Tang Dynasty's Bad People. I am here to borrow the White Emperor's Crown under the orders of the Bad Leader. Your Shushan's self-degradation has nothing to do with me. I only want the White Emperor's Crown."
The Shushan headmaster said sullenly, "The bad commander is indeed hypocritical. He said he would return what he borrowed, but he sent his subordinates to rob. I have already presented the White Emperor Crown to Corpse Ancestor. If he wants it, let him come and get it himself."
Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed, Baidi Guanjie was indeed in the Shushan copy.
[Updated three rules. One, each player can only participate in the ring match once. Two, during the ring match, the core of the formation stops counting down. Three, when the time limit of a formation is reset to zero, the ring match is temporarily suspended.]
The sudden update of the three rules caught both sides off guard.
Mr. Hui Chang said disappointedly, "Tsk tsk, I thought I could use war to support war, but it turns out it's not that the evil camp doesn't give me the opportunity to exploit the bug, it's that the spirit realm doesn't allow it. Is the spirit realm now on the side of the evil camp?"
Shrouded in holy light, with the outline of thighs and buttocks occasionally exposed, the lustful goddess smiled and said, "Just now I was thinking, if you exchanged for the demigod authority and still died in Shura's hands, then he might have single-handedly challenged the entire lawful camp."
"Such rules are beneficial to us. I think updating the rules at this time is the result of the confrontation between the Spirit Realm and the Supreme Beings. It is helping us."
The Sea King, whose beard covered half of his face, said: "During the ring match, the countdown of the formation stopped, so we must win six games. The evil camp must win nine games. The situation has become more severe and complicated. "
The more victories there are, the easier it is to end up with a tug-of-war, and in every tug-of-war, a demigod will die.
It is almost impossible to have zero staff reduction.
The three updated rules, the first one is biased towards the lawful camp, the second one is biased towards the evil camp, and the third one is neutral.
Such a "balanced" rule is most likely the result of the confrontation between the spiritual realm and the supreme beings.
During the discussion, a participant from the evil camp appeared. He was the owner of the Dionysus Club, nicknamed Old Mac.
The old man was tall and burly, with a rosacea, gray hair and cloudy eyes, like a drunk.
People who look directly at him will involuntarily feel dizzy and confused, as if the world is spinning around them, and their nervous system is unbalanced.
Old Mac is a level 11 Bacchus.
"It's a bit troublesome." The goddess of beauty whispered.
"In terms of status, he is not the highest, but the 11th level status is generally higher than us. In terms of ability, his attack is not too strong, but he is the most difficult."
"Only knights can control alcoholics, but there are no demigods in the knight profession. Among the demigods in your second largest district, no one can defeat him except the Lord of the Stars. The best result is a draw."
The Void Demigod leaned into her ear and whispered, "Have you slept with him?"