Chapter 573 The Descendant God
Shela robe!
Zhao Duan stared at the face of the young man who slowly walked out of the silent hall.
He recognized the person!
When he led his troops south to support Taicang Prefecture and headed for Songjiazhuang, he encountered a small group of rebels slaughtering and setting fire in Songjiazhuang.
Among them was a group of sorcerers from the White Robe Sect, led by the young master of the White Robe Sect.
At that time, Yuxiu took action and defeated him, but made him escape at the critical moment. Unexpectedly, they met again after a long time.
"Commander Zhao, Jade Sleeve Priest, how are you?" Shi Luoyi smiled, but his eyes were extremely cold and resentful.
It seemed as if he still remembered the serious injury he suffered last time.
If the leader of the Underworld Cult had not secretly rescued him last time and saved his life, he might have died in Linfeng.
Tonight, enemies meet on a narrow road, and new and old grudges are settled together, which is also the cycle of cause and effect.
But Zhao Duan ignored him, but chewed over what Shiluoyi had just said, his heart suddenly sinking.
The ominous premonition came true. Compared to the bravado of the monks from Shenlong Temple, the strangeness in Baishi Garden at this moment reminded him:
"trap……"
Zhao Duan gripped the hilt of his knife and looked around for possible ambushes.
"Xu Jingtang may have guessed that we were coming to assassinate him..."
Hearing this, several people felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, but they did not see the expected appearance of the White-robed Sect sorcerers.
There were no martial arts masters from the palace either.
"It's just bluffing. Kill this guy first!"
The Taoist nun Yuxiu had a quick temper. She raised her jade hand horizontally, and a green jade flying sword was floating in the air with a buzzing sound.
But Zhong Pan, who was standing in front of everyone, said without turning his head:
"I'll do it, you guys protect Zhao Duan."
After he finished speaking, the young Taoist priest slowly drew out the scarlet sword behind him. The hem of his priest's robe, which was pitch black and almost blended into the night, trembled.
Strands of magical power emanated from his body and swirled around the big sword. In Zhao Duan's eyes, a thin light slowly spread out from Zhong Pan's body, covering and protecting him and everyone else. Within the halo, nothing could invade.
A sacred light appeared on Zhong Pan's ferocious face, and he gently swung the giant sword in the air.
Silently.
The ground cracked and the tiles were lifted up one by one with a "bang bang", as if there was a dragon swimming underground, aiming directly at the corpse robe!
"Tianshi Mansion..."
Shiluoyi caught a glimpse of Zhong Pan's iconic indigo face, and his expression changed drastically. Recognizing the young celestial master, he was horrified and dared not act recklessly anymore. He didn't even have the thought of resisting, and he just stretched out his neck and hurriedly called for help:
"Mother! Save me!"
At the same time, in the empty hall, the flames on dozens of burning candlesticks trembled and twisted.
The flames all turned into emerald green, and even the lanterns under the eaves turned into black flames.
A faint sound of mournful music suddenly emerged in the ears of Zhao Duan and others, making him feel inexplicably depressed.
He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, his eyes wide open, and saw the bright light in the hall distorted, as if a ghost had descended.
Behind Sheila, a woman in a pure white cloak appeared out of thin air.
She was covered in a pale robe, with a small black coffin hanging around her waist and a mourning stick in her hand as soon as she appeared.
He threw the mourning stick away!
"Bang!"
The mourning stick pierced into the ground, and the cracked and raised ground shook, as if an earth dragon was suppressed, and the momentum of the cracks and extensions suddenly stopped.
"Mother...that pretty boy is Zhao Duan, the empress's lover. He almost brought people to kill me last time." Shi Luoyi nimbly hid behind the woman and complained loudly.
At this moment, the woman in white also took a step and walked out of the hall.
Zhao Duan also saw the face of the man under the hood. He was about thirty years old, with bloodless lips, pale skin, no eyebrows, silver hair, and a face like a coffin.
Her appearance is filled with an almost weird beauty!
The leader of the white-robed sect, the corpse curtain!
Zhao Duan's heart skipped a beat as he guessed the other party's identity. He was the leader of the evil sorcerer organization Bai Yi Men.
At the same time, Corpse Youlian's bleak and indifferent gaze locked onto him.
Dozens of strange and dense characters suddenly appeared around the sorcerer in white.
The spell is activated!
"Be careful! Hide behind me!" The young Taoist priest spoke in a deep voice as if facing a formidable enemy.
At this moment, the great disciple of the Heavenly Master had no reservations anymore. All the seal characters on the crimson sword lit up. He held the sword with both hands and thrust the blade into the ground fiercely.
"Wuliang Tianzun, where this poor Taoist resides, exterminate the evil and retreat!"
Circles of light spread out in all directions like ripples, centered on the tip of the sword. Zhong Pan's back seemed as huge as a mountain, or like a reef in a raging sea, shielding himself from the invisible power of the curse.
"Brother, can you handle it?"
Zhao Duan saw a strong wind blowing in the courtyard, the grass and trees were shaking and swaying, the ground was cracking, and black smoke was spewing out. His face changed and he asked loudly.
Zhong Pan had a blank expression on his face, and all he responded to was taking the second step again!
"Imperial decree! Kill the demon!"
There were crackling sounds coming from Zhong Pan's body, and wisps of magical flames shot up and enveloped his entire body. The flames grew bigger and brighter.
It was like a human-shaped candle flame, and under the illumination of the flame, an illusory figure emerged:
He had disheveled hair and a curly beard, a terrifying face, and wore a tattered black gauze hat, a horn belt around his waist, a blue robe, leather foot wraps, large court boots, and one arm was exposed.
Holding a huge "Judge's Pen" that was almost as long as a spear in his hand, he looked down at the corpse curtain with scorching eyes, majestic and indifferent.
He pulled his right arm back, and then threw it with all his strength. Like a spear, the brush surrounded by flames stabbed straight at the leader of the white-robed sect!
The corners of the pale mouth of the eerie-looking corpse raised slightly:
"Zhong Pan, it's been a while since we last met. You're just starting to fight and kill people? You're just as annoying as your old, immortal master."
As she spoke, she reached out and lifted up the small black coffin at her waist. The lid of the coffin opened and streams of grayish-white smoke gushed out.
"Hold your breath! This is depressing, and it will be very troublesome if you get infected with it!" Zhong Pan reminded in a deep voice.
Zhao Duan, Jin Jian, Yuxiu, and Lang Shiba all held their breath at the same time.
Then they saw grayish-white "snow" falling from the sky.
It’s snowing…
No.
What is falling is not snowflakes, but ashes.
Just like the ashes left after burning paper money, floating all over the sky.
A feeling of sadness surged in the hearts of the four people. Even though Zhong Pan was able to resist most of the spells, they still inevitably looked exhausted.
Believers in the God of Death can affect our fortunes... Zhao Duan's face looked grim. He turned around and saw a huge word "bad luck" written almost above Jin Jian and the others' heads.
"Corpse Curtain, you evil people have been hiding for so long, but you dared to show up today. This is a great opportunity for me to accumulate merit!"
Zhong Pan's hair and beard stood up, his voice was like a bell, he took the third step in the black ash sky, suddenly drew out the big sword, and chopped it head-on!
"Imperial decree, subdue the demon!"
A surge of righteous energy, strong and masculine, accompanied the sword as it was slashed out in anger.
As Shi Youlian's ten fingers with extremely long nails made hand gestures, the gray "snow" in the sky gathered together madly and condensed into an extremely thick "gray python" in front of her.
Or a madly swirling storm, the silent courtyard was crossed by a huge gray storm.
Block Zhong Pan's greatsword.
The sword tip stopped in mid-air, Zhong Pan's hair and beard were all stretched out, trying to move forward step by step. With every breath, countless ashes disappeared, but more ashes gushed out.
For a moment, Zhong Pan and Shi Youlian were evenly matched.
"Brother, let us go!"
Jade flying swords coiled around her jade sleeves, and the female Taoist nun was ready to make a move:
"If we work together, we can definitely eliminate this evil woman."
Jin Jian also tensed his face, and the golden eye on the top of the staff rolled around.
However, Zhao Duan suddenly said with a serious expression:
“Something’s wrong!”
Several people looked at him in confusion, only to see Zhao Duan breathing rapidly and saying:
"It doesn't look like a trap... If Xu Jingtang had ambushed many experts here, there would be no need for him to hide and refuse to show up at this time. Moreover, if he knew we were coming tonight, why would he send the monks from Shenlong Temple outside?
And...where are the other sorcerers of the White Clothes Sect?"
A huge sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.
But I couldn't find a breakthrough for the time being.
Everyone was stunned and fell into deep thought.
Yuxiu said:
"So, what you're saying is that the purpose of this corpse curtain is to delay us? So that others can escape with King Mu? No... that doesn't make sense."
"Hahaha……"
At this time, Shiluoyi, who was hiding behind the white-robed sect leader in the hall, suddenly burst into laughter. He said proudly:
"Zhao Duan, you are indeed alert. I might as well tell you that my mother is here to delay you for a while, but not to escape. Let me remind you, do you remember the Empress Luoshan's Fengshan ceremony?"
Fengshan? !
Zhao Duan was stunned, and then his mind buzzed, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind.
When the empress was enthroned, everything was going well. However, when she was at the top of the mountain, the imperial star dimmed and her fortune turned from the peak to the bottom. Later, when she was on the run, Zhenbao told her that a 'god of death' attacked her at the top.
The White Clothes Sect worships the "God of Death"...
Then, thinking back to the fact that from the beginning of the war, the White Sect sorcerers had frequently appeared on the front lines, drawing "disappointment" from the flames of war... Back in Songjiazhuang, Shiluoyi had also run into him in order to accumulate disappointment...
"Not good!" Zhao Duan cried out, "Let's go!"
"Leave? Too late!" Shiluoyi laughed triumphantly, raised his hand and pointed at the sky, his eyes full of resentment:
"Since you're here today, don't even think about leaving!"
Rumble——
Above Jingchuan Town, in the center of Baishi Garden, a strange sound of thunder emerged from the madly gathering dark clouds.
And high in the sky, above the clouds, wisps of dejection rose from the garden and gathered into a huge, illusory coffin.
The coffin stood up and opened with a bang. Inside the coffin, lay an illusory god, sleeping peacefully with his hands folded on his abdomen.
The god looked lifelike, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and unclear gender. He was dressed in tattered clothes, had a pale complexion, and wore a crown woven with gray feathers on his head. His coffin was filled with paper money.
suddenly.
The sleeping "God of Death" opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of majestic, dark, desperate and indifferent eyes.
…
In the county town.
In an alley, a huge door frame stands here.
Beside the door frame, Ji Yue, wearing a wet robe and with disheveled hair, huddled up with her arms around her knees, waiting silently.
Suddenly, she raised her head abruptly, and a pair of pale pupils appeared between her black hair.
Ji Yue felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart and stared at the direction of Bai Shi Garden outside the city.
But the night was too dark and she couldn't see what was happening over there. She could only vaguely see lightning and thunder.
…
Inside the Prince Huai's Mansion.
Xu An paced anxiously in the hall. Most of the people in the palace had been sent out. Prince Xu Qian and Princess Xu Junling were staying with his father.
Anxiously awaiting the results.
Xu An did not choose to run away to temporarily avoid the possible storm. Since he had chosen to surrender to the court, he simply gambled his life and property.
"At this time, I wonder if Zhao Duan and others have met Xu Jingtang." Xu An sighed.
Xu Junling bit his lip and was about to say something to comfort his father when he suddenly heard faint thunder.
The princess was stunned for a moment, only to see that her brother had already rushed out in advance. Xu Qian looked into the distance in confusion:
"What's going on over there? Something strange happening in the sky? The moonlight is so bright... Hey, that seems to be heading towards Baishi Garden. Is there a fight going on?"
…
Deep in the Baishi Garden.
The backyard of a house.
Hundreds of white-robed sorcerers were densely packed together, sitting cross-legged on the ground, each sitting on a circular magic circle drawn in the courtyard.
They were supposed to appear, but they were hiding at the back, and in the center of the magic circle was Xu Jingtang sitting cross-legged in meditation.
He was covered in armor, looking nervous, uneasy, and excited. He looked up at the huge shadow of the God of Death slowly descending from the sky.
"Hahaha..." Xu Jingtang laughed loudly. This powerful vassal king had a glimmer of madness in his eyes, his eyeballs slightly red, and shouted:
"My dear niece, do you think that by inciting Zhao Shixiong to rebel, you can really drive me back to Yunfu? Or even capture me alive? Haha, you think too little of me!"
At this moment, Xu Jingtang suddenly stood up, leaped up, opened his arms, and rushed towards the ghost figure that sank into the ground!
Silently, the huge God of Death began to merge with Xu Jingtang.
Xu Jingtang, whose martial arts skills were not strong, was suspended in the air, constantly absorbing the power of the gods.
He took a step forward.
The figure instantly appeared in the front yard, standing in the air, overlooking the confrontation between Shi Youlian and Zhong Pan below.
At this moment, both parties in the confrontation stopped their actions at the same time. Zhong Pan held the sword tightly, his body trembling slightly as he stared at Xu Jingtang in the sky.
No... he was staring at the huge god behind Xu Jingtang.
“God descends…” Zhong Pan’s Adam’s apple rolled, “God descends at the level of a celestial being…”
Zhao Duan was also frightened. He looked up and stared blankly at Xu Jingtang, then suddenly said:
"I understand! Those sorcerers from the White Clothes Sect have been frantically collecting discouragement on the battlefield these past few months. It's not for their own cultivation, but to accumulate it for you...
Just like the time when His Majesty was performing the Fengshan ritual, the entire Baiyi Sect once again spent a lot of time and launched a divine descent. You wanted to use this divine descent to defeat the imperial army. You didn't want to retreat to Yunfu at all...
In other words, your move to withdraw to Yunfu was intended to paralyze everyone, making us all think that you don't want to fight to the death in Jingchuan Town, and you don't have the ability to hinder the court..."
Xu Jingtang, dressed in military uniform, stood in the air, looking down at Zhao Duan below with a playful look in his eyes.
It was the first time he met Zhao Duan, but he had seen their faces countless times in picture albums.
Xu Jingtang smiled and said:
"Yes, you are indeed the pretty boy that my niece has taken a fancy to. You are not stupid. However, you are wrong about one thing. I pretended to run away in order to lure you out. Compared to eradicating the traitor Zhao Shixiong, I care more about you."
Zhao Duan was silent and confused.
Why hadn't he thought of that?
Yes... it was the interference of the God of Death... Just like when he was in Jianning Mansion, he was also affected by the power of the God of Death, which caused his luck to turn bad and he ignored some possible dangers.
"Walk!"
Without hesitation, he immediately tried to activate the two life gates, but found that he failed.
The signs of activating the two life gates to escape flashed slightly on the faces of Jin Jian and others, but they were unsuccessful.
Xu Jingtang laughed and said:
"Don't waste your energy. I've borrowed the true body of a god, so how can I let you escape? Humph, there are also three priests from the Tianshi Mansion. If you surrender, I will spare your lives for Zhang Yanyi's sake. My only target is him."
"Protect Zhao Duan and leave!"
Zhong Pan shouted loudly, he was determined, swung his sword and was about to fly into the air.
Even if you have to fight against a chariot with a mantis arm, you must fight for a chance of survival.
"Hmph! Hopeless!" Xu Jingtang was angry and raised his big hand to slap him.
At the same time, the shadow of the god behind him also raised his big hand.
A majestic and vast pressure enveloped the entire garden.
Everyone felt powerless.
At the moment of despair, Zhao Duan's eyes suddenly turned fierce: "Oh? You think you have a sure win?"
Without any warning, he took out a brocade bag he had been holding in his sleeve and threw it out fiercely!
…
Typos are corrected first and then changed
(End of this chapter)
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